he's my brother and i love him like myself

Shatter Your Rose Tinted Glasses - A Hex?!?

I have an older brother, and as much as I love him, frankly, he’s an idiot. He has a fiancee, and I love the fact that my brother is so happy. However, I hate his fiancee. She’s two-faced, a narcissist, and uses him for his money. Like I’ve seen his bills. He takes her shopping and out to restaurants, and spends some serious money on her, money he can’t afford. Yet they don’t see each other even once a week because she’s “super busy with school” and I understand, I’m a college student myself, but whenever he asks her for help, she’s “too busy” to help him. Everytime she comes over, she acts like a guest rather than a fiancee. She doesn’t help clean any mess she’s made, she doesn’t help anyone with anything, she just comes in and acts like she’s fucking royalty, giving her opinions where it isn’t asked, telling people what to do, and frankly trying to act like my mother or ruler than an older sister. 

Now, again, I love my brother. If he’s happy, I’m happy. But I can’t just sit by and watch as he throws his life away and marries some girl who doesn’t love him for who he is. I don’t want to break them up via magick (casting a break-up spell), I couldn’t live with the guilt. But instead, I want him to see her for who she truly is, without the rose tinted glasses.

So @frankiezaltar and I came up with a sigil (because I’m obsessed with sigils) to help with the situation. 

Step 1: Draw some glasses, could be any glasses: everyday glasses, sunglasses, any kind, but make sure the lenses are big enough to write in.

Step 2: Color the glasses pink or rose, making them “rose- tinted”

Step 3: Write the names on one lens, and the other on the second lens. For example, my brother’s name would go on the first lens, either right or left, and his fiancee’s would go on the second. 

Step 4: Tear the sigil into pieces. This is to represent the “shattering” of the glasses.

Step 5: Burn the torn up pieces, because glass is made from fire, this is to undo the love that’s been formed in his mind for her. I do this step only because I know that he’ll try to use his love to blind him from reason, and try to use it as an excuse to stay with her even after seeing who she really is deep on the inside. 

I understand if this seems more like a curse than a hex, and I definitely understand how it could make others feel uncomfortable to cast it. However, this is the best solution I could come up with. My opinions are my own, spare me of your opinions if you somehow regard this as wrong or whatever. 

If you have any questions, please feel free to message me or @frankiezaltar if she feels up to it. Have a nice day!

darcyglasses-blog  asked:

I saw your recent response to the question concerning the supposed romance between Spock and Kirk. And you said that we would never know unless Gene Roddenberry rose from the grave. As compelling as your argument was I just never got that vibe from The Original Series. I have always felt that Gene's ideas were groundbreaking and revolutionary. I think that if Gene meant there to be a gay couple he would have had the balls to write it right out. Then again it was a different time. Love your blog!

but like

he did have the balls to write it

The origin of t’hy’la: Gene Roddenberry came up with the name in his novelization of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. The word “t’hy’la” is Vulcan and means ‘brother’, ‘friend’ and/or ‘lover’. 
The use of t’hy’la: “Jim! Goodbye, my…my t’hy’la. This is the last time I will permit myself to think of you or even your name again.”
“And on the bridge - Kirk! The mere name made Spock groan inwardly as he remembered what it had cost him to turn away from that welcome. T’hy’la!”

Roddenberry: “I definitely designed it as a love relationship… That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing… where two halves make a whole.”

Interviewer: “There’s a great deal of writing in the Star Trek movement which compares the relationship between Alexander and Hephaistion to the relationship between Kirk and Spock - focusing on the closeness of the friendship, the feeling that they would die for one another…”
Roddenberry: “Yes, there’s certainly some of that - certainly with love overtones. Deep love. The only difference being, the Greek ideal - we never suggested in the series - physical love between the two. But it’s the - we certainly had the feeling that the affection was sufficient for that, if that were the particular style of the 23rd century.”

we certainly had the feeling that the affection was sufficient for that

we certainly had the feeling that the affection was sufficient for that

we certainly had the feeling that the affection was sufficient for that

Control Me

Word count: 1,479

Warning: smut, dom!Sam, teasing, masturbating (male)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @dadd11e for your request! Sorry it took so long!

Sam thinks the reader has feelings for Dean but finds out that they are actually for him. Leads to rough sex and them getting together.

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Sam’s POV

My eyes followed the sway of Y/N’s hips as she danced over to Dean who was making breakfast. My veins boiled with the jealousy pumping through me as Y/N leant over Dean and giggled at whatever he was saying. As she bent forward the long shirt she was wearing (either Dean’s or mine) rode up to reveal her blue panties. She was obviously trying to show off to Dean as she always did, as she had been doing for the past 5 years she had spent with us, and again all she seemed to be succeeding in was getting me riled up. I eventually gave up trying to keep myself under control and pushed away from the table roughly, storming angrily out of the room.

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I remember the moment I was born

I remember forty of them, maybe thirty clearly.
I was born slowly as I watched you discover me,
Born all at once when you went away
I was born watching you realize you’d never know me, predict me, and can tap out my pulse on your faded jeans and still guess my dinner order wrong
I watched you decide to trust me and I was born in the weight of it,
I was born deciding to be worth that trust

I remember waking up gasping, born in my subconscious
I was born when I realized betrayal can cripple the body and staystaystays in the attic of you
Another birth when I was so scared and kept moving

I wasn’t as alive as I am before I lost something I built myself on
I was born in a lifetime of watching my father’s body fail him in the strength he decides to employ in his determination to work
Born watching my mother fight for her life
Then again in her fight to rebuild
Born watching my big brother discover love as a verb
Born being so much to so many
And nothing to anyone
Born in hearing those I believed in begin to list and detail and compile like souvenirs the public figures they’d sleep with to get where I wanted to go,
Watching them get there
Realizing it’s not a victory I want,
I was born in disappointment
Born in having been used and disposed of Born on learning

Turning around and leaving my sacrifices behind
Replacing college with life experience and seeing the exchange rate
We all have debt
So much debt
We all have degrees

We’ve all been born, and then again; and then more
We’ve all passed away from who we were, what we knew, the dreams we had and the person in the mirror we wanted to do right by

I was born when I saw you for the thousandth time and the way the tiny plastic light in your car struck your face and showed me another way to see the person I love
Born when I recognized you
Born when you weren’t who you’d been, and I didn’t recognize you
Born the other day when you told me I’ve been reminding you of the one you knew before I broke
Born when I learned boundaries
Born when I learned to ask for what I need
Born when I did it alone,
Born in realizing we’re never alone

I don't like him because I love you (Grayson Dolan)

Originally posted by dolansdolansdolans

“stop pushing me you loser.” I said pushing Grayson back.

Grayson and I were currently on a walk in the woods so he could clear his head. As his best friend it was my duty to make sure he was okay.

“stop running in to me you nerd.” He said laughing.

I loved his laugh, it always made me happy. Grayson and I always called each other names, I always called him loser and he called me nerd.

“do you think you can climb that tree over there?” Grayson asked pointing to a tall tree.

“well I’m like five foot so probably not, but I’ll try for your amusement.” I said running over to the tree.

Grayson pulled out his phone and started recording. The fans knew about me and surprisingly they all loved me. I caught the first branch pulling myself up. Grayson was laughing the whole time. I started to fall off and realized this was as far as I was going to make it.

“Grayson if I die make sure you tell Ethan he was always my favorite.” I said before dramatically jumping down from the branch.

I didn’t land on my feet but of course my butt. Grayson put his phone away before helping me up. He was laughing hysterically the entire time.

“you made me hurt my butt.” I said fake pouting.

“you’re the one that jumped, I would’ve got you down.” He said holding his hands up in defense.

“liar.” I said sticking my tongue out at him. 

Grayson and I continued on our walk just talking about little things. Halfway through the walk Grayson grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers. This wasn’t uncommon for me and Grayson. He always told me that holding my hand made him feel better.

“so did you get to watch the new video yet? what did you think?” He asked swinging our hands.

He was always asking me my opinion on their videos. It was cute that he cared what I thought.

“well, Ethan looked great and you were well you.” I joked laughing at his facial expression.

“just because you like Ethan doesn’t mean you have to insult me.” Grayson said fake hurt.

“woah, hold up! I do not like Ethan. besides I was just joking you loser.” I said pushing his shoulder.

“you flirt with E all the time, there is no way you don’t have feelings for him.” Grayson said laughing.

“whatever you say Grayson.” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“you didn’t deny it.” Grayson said stopping in front of me.

“I don’t flirt with him and I don’t like him. Now can we continue our walk?” I asked trying to step around him.

“admit you like him and we can continue our walk.” He said standing in front of me again.

I was getting angry now, he had no idea what he was talking about.

“Grayson drop it. I’m serious.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m your best friend you can tell me that you have a crush on my twin brother.” Grayson laughed obviously not taking me seriously.

boy was he wrong.

“DAMMIT GRAYSON I DON’T LIKE HIM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” I yelled before quickly putting my hands over my mouth.

I never meant to tell him that. Grayson looked shocked and kept quiet. I’ve been keeping this secret for about a year and half now. I didn’t want to tell him because I knew he wouldn’t feel the same way. My thought was confirmed with his silence.

“Grayson I didn’t mean too…” I started but tears clouded my vision.

I was so embarrassed so I ran. I ran away from him. I ran all the way home locking myself in my house. I slid down the door letting the tears fall from my eyes.

“fuck!” I screamed pulling my hair.

I knew that if I told Grayson I was in love with him I’d lose my best friend. That’s exactly what happened. I lost my best friend. God why was I so stupid? My phone lit up with a text from Ethan.

Ethan: why is Grayson pacing around the room and looking like he’s contemplating everything he’s ever learned in life?

I threw my phone across the room not caring if it broke or not. I got off the floor slowly making my way over to my bedroom. I decided a shower might help me clear my head. I stripped down stepping in the stream of hot water. Unfortunately it only made me think more. I blamed myself. Why wasn’t I good enough for him? Why couldn’t he love me back? I just ruined a six year friendship because I couldn’t get over my stupid crush. It was all my fault. I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around myself and sitting on my bathroom floor. Suddenly Grayson bursts through the door scaring me. I clutch the towel closer to my body.

“Grayson get out I’m naked!” I screamed.

He quickly puts his hands over his eyes. He backed out of the bathroom closing the door. I grabbed my clothes putting them back on. I slowly retreated from the bathroom ready to face the rejection about to come. Grayson was sitting on my bed playing with his hands. I stopped just outside the bathroom leaning on the door frame.

“hey.” Grayson said looking up.

I was the silent one this time. I looked at him waiting for him to say something.

“so yeah I was shocked, really shocked cause I always thought of you as family and then you tell me you love me and it made me contemplate everything. I didn’t really know what to say and I still don’t.” Grayson admitted looking up at me.

“Grayson it’s fine, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.” I shrugged not letting on how embarrassed and hurt I was.

“I actually want to try something first.” Grayson said standing up and walking towards me.

He stopped right in front of me looking me straight in the eyes. I was nervous and confused.

“Grayson what are you doing.” I asked.

“I’m nervous.” He said his voice going quieter.

“nervous for what?” I asked.

Grayson slowly brought his hand up and put it on my cheek. To say I felt butterflies is an understatement I felt the whole damn zoo. He brought his face closer to mine his nose was touching mine now.

“Grayson you don’t have to do this.” I whispered not fully trusting my voice.

Grayson leaned in the rest of the way connecting his lips on mine. The first kiss was slow but then Grayson dropped his hand to my lower back pushing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He deepened the kiss pushing me up against the wall. I pulled away catching my breath. Grayson looked at me smiling.

“I’m not good at this stuff, I’m scared.” Grayson said putting his forehead on mine.

“Grayson I don’t want you to feel like you have to love me.” I said looking at my feet .

Grayson put his hand under my chin, lifting it up so I was forced to look at him.

“the thought of losing you scares me. when you ran I felt really bad like I had just lost the most important person in my life. That scared me too that you are the most important person in my life. I had just been lying to myself this whole time.  I always want your opinions on our videos because yours is the only one that matters to me. I always want to hold your hand because when I do I feel this cool feeling in the pit of my stomach. And when I just kissed you, I felt like I was the luckiest guy ever. I’m scared because I think I love you too.” Grayson said pulling me in to his chest.

I stood for a moment just enjoying the feeling. The boy I loved just admitted he loved me too.

“Grayson you’re never going to lose me okay no matter what I’ll always be here for you. Grayson you’re the most important person in my life too. I’m scared too but when you kissed me I knew I wanted more of that, much more.” I said looking up at him.

“I think we can make that happen.” Grayson said leaning down and connecting his lips to mine again.

This one was shorter but still just as sweet.

“I love you loser." I said shoving him a little bit.

"I love you nerd.” He said shoving me back.

I had lost my best friend that day, but I gained something even better. A boyfriend who was also my best friend. I was lucky to be in love with my best friend.

What You Need [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Request: “I came up with this thing about pre death Kyle having sex with his so and telling her how much he jerks off about her and asking if she touches herself idk man it just hypes me up. So maybe a HC on that?” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, maybe a little bit off-prompt, masturbation by both people, dirty talk, PROTECTED SEX (FINALLY, GUYS! FINALLY I WROTE SOME CONDOMS IN!), probably more

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Couldn’t figure out how to make this a set of headcanons, so I decided to write it as an imagine instead. Hope that doesn’t bother you! & I’m so horrible when it comes to describing/talking about masturbation in general. This turned out pretty… Like, okay-ish, though. 


Kyle never liked skipping classes. He honestly never saw much of a reason for it. You’re going to college for a reason, right? Why not bother to show up? He had worked his ass off in high school for his scholarships, so he definitely wasn’t going to disappoint whoever was paying for his education.

Well, this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to sit through another one of Professor Jackson’s long, boring lectures about lord-knows-what. It was usually something mundane, such as bridges or roofs. He would stand in front of the projector and talk about different types of bridges and their purposes for the entire hour and a half long period, never pausing or taking a single silent second.

Kyle simply didn’t feel like attending that today, and because it was his last class of the day, he decided to head home to the fraternity house. His brothers (well, most of them) would be in class, so he could probably catch a small nap before you or them got home.

You always got home before Ky. This was because your last class was a shorter walk to the house than his. Because of this, you would usually greet him at the door every day. But he knew he would be the one greeting you today. When he stepped inside of the house, it was weird not seeing your big smile in front of the door. Anyway, he sighed, beginning to walk up the stairs, only to stop midway up when he heard a light sound.

He stayed absolutely silent, continuing up the stairs. Upon hearing it for a second time, he was almost certain that it was moaning. Was someone really having sex in his room? If one of the boys was fucking some sorority girl in his bed again… He knew it was Archie. It was always Archie. Well, it was Brian that one time, but still, mostly Archie. He was going to kill him.

Grimacing, Kyle braced himself, unsure of what ungodly sight was going to lay before him as he opened the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a needy moan of his name made him freeze, unable to open that door. His mind rushed with every possibility of what could be happening behind it, but he couldn’t decide on just one of the hundreds of crazy scenarios to side with. Suddenly, his mind jumped to you. Of course it was you. You had to have come home early, and he wasn’t going to accept another thought about it.

Somehow a bit relaxed by the thought, he took a deep breath, reaching over to flip the hallway light off. He opened the door slightly, peeking inside. It was you. He let out the breath, still staying silent as he looked over at you.

You were almost completely naked, laying on Ky’s side of the freshly-made bed, your clothes laid in a neat pile on your pillow. Your hand glistened with a certain shimmer as your body arched in a pleasured angle. The bits of your hair that wasn’t in a ponytail was stuck with sweat to your face, framing the heavenly expression on your face.

It took him a second to process the sight. Within those few moments, you had noticed him standing at the doorway. He had pressed the door open farther, now clearly visible through the white frame. He wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t know whether to fulfill his urge to strip off all of his clothes and join you, or to run away and never look back.

“Kyle,” You spoke up, not stopping your actions, only slowing the small rubs of your thumb across your clit. “come over here.”

He instinctually moved forward, pressing the door shut and locked behind him. He was numb as he stepped towards you, examining your exact position. He swallowed hard as he waited for your next instruction.

“Take off your clothes.” He was eager to follow your orders, beginning with the jacket on his shoulders. It landed on the floor as he kicked his shoes off, using each of his feet to pull the sock from the other. Soon, he was left with only his boxers on. “Come. Here.” The obedient boy walked to the edge of the bed, standing still.

Noticing his strained boxers, you laugh. “I want you to touch yourself. On the bed, with me.” 

Quietly, he laid on the bed next to you, not quite sure of how to start. Did he just whip it out and go to town, or was he supposed to await further instruction? Kyle was never particularly good at being submissive. The two of you usually had somewhat equal roles when it came to sex, so he never much got the chance to, anyway. 

“Take off your boxers.” You purr. He raises his hips without another thought, sliding the shorts from his body. As he looked at you, he noticed that you looked satisfied with the job he was doing. You began to slick your finger against your wetness again, slipping a single digit into your entrance. Ky whines lightly, resisting the urge to stroke his member. 

He continued to moan and fuss while he watched you, feeling himself somehow near his release. He had never, ever been able to do cum without some sort of contact. “Baby, please? Fuck me.” With a nod, you agree, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Handing it to him, he rolls it on with ease.

It took only seconds before you were on top of him, guiding his cock into you. You sank down, letting him fill you up. His breath was heavy, deep moans straining against his throat. 

“Kyle?” You ask, easing yourself down all the way. “Do you get off on watching me?” He felt somehow ashamed when you asked him that, but still replied with a small nod. Satisfied with his response, you move your hands to grip the headboard, beginning to rise up. He lets out a throaty moan as you slide back down. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I know you do. I always know, Kyle.”

“I always think about you.” He whimpers. “I love thinking about your tight pussy sinking onto my cock, just like you’re doing right now. I can’t control myself when you do that. You always feel so good, and I want you so bad.” Another strangled sound escapes him as he tries to continue his sentence. “And I fuck you until you can’t feel your body anymore, until you scream my name so the entire house can hear who makes you feel that way. All of my brothers, shit, know you’re mine.”

Grinning, he thrusts up to meet your hips, knowing that it’ll take you by surprise. “Kyle!” You squeal, laughing lightly. The process repeated for a few more minutes until Kyle couldn’t take it any more. He squirmed in the blissful agony under your body, his beautiful face contorting into one much stranger. You came shortly after, but continued to ride him for the remainder of your rush.

Eventually, you dismounted him, rolling onto the now-messy bed. Kyle slides the condom off, tying it at the base and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed. He lets out a small groan, rolling over towards you.

“God,” He laughs. “That was amazing.”

“Maybe I should be more dominant sometimes.” You roll over into his open arms with a big grin on your face, knowing that there’s going to be an even-better round two later.

When We Collide (Part 15)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“What are you doing here?” The confusion was written on your face once you opened the door to your dorm. You hadn’t expected guests tonight, it was Friday and you were supposed to be alone. 

Luke looked down at his feet shy as if he had forgotten the reason why, he almost looked like he wanted to be in disguise by the way he was standing against the door frame. 

“You said I didn’t know you.” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“So I’m here to learn every single thing about you.” 

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sirikenobi167  asked:

How would you describe Dean and Castiel's relationship over the course of the seasons? (and how did it evolve?) I've been thinking about this a bit over the last few days (my current headcanon is that Castiel fell in love with Dean somewhere in season 6, and Dean fell in love with Castiel in season 8).

Hi, dear! Wow. This is a very interesting and challenging question. I hope I can do it justice. Buckle up because this is gonna be a hell of a long post! I’ll give you my interpretation in the most canonical way possible.

In season 4, Dean and Castiel were reluctant allies. They weren’t friends, at least not at first. But this was the season Cas started to see for himself that Dean was a good man and that Heaven wasn’t pure anymore. Finding out that some of his brothers and sisters had been corrupted and seeing Dean trying to do the right thing made Cas have even more doubts and questions than he already had on his own. This was the season when Cas’ superiors began to question his sympathies because he was getting too close to Dean and was starting to express emotions (doorways to doubt). I don’t think that means Cas was falling in love with Dean or anything like that. I think Cas started to consider Dean more righteous than Heaven, and therefore, his obedience to Heaven could falter, which actually happened. Dean, on the other hand, had problems to believe in angels and hated the guts of Castiel at the beginning. He couldn’t understand why or how he was rescued by an Angel of the Lord, and he definitely didn’t want to do Heaven’s bidding. It was this season when Dean started to realize that Cas was different, that deep down he cared, that he was not a “hammer” because he questioned his orders and even disobeyed Heaven to help him (in 4x18). This was the season when Cas first rebelled against Heaven even after he was dragged back to “Bible camp” (and we learned four seasons later that brainwashing and resetting an angel was a cruel and painful procedure). This was the season Dean started to see they were really making the story up as they went.

In season 5, Dean and Castiel became friends. Cas rebelled against Heaven for Dean (and Sam). He did his best to keep Dean and Sam away from the other angels who just wanted them to say yes to Michael and Lucifer. This was the season when they went from allies to friends. Dean and Cas helped each other in their missions, reluctantly, but they did. Dean helped Cas in his search for God; Cas helped Dean when trying to kill Lucifer with the Colt. Both missions failed horribly, both of them thought the other’s plan was pointless, but they helped anyway. This was the season when Dean got sent to 2014 and realized that his fucked-up, poisonous self could destroy even an angel like Cas. This was when he realized Cas would follow him anywhere, and he probably didn’t know how to feel about it. For Cas, this was the season when he totally lost faith in God and learned to have faith in Dean. Angels were created to love and have faith in the Lord, and they associated love with faith for default. When he started to have more faith in Dean than in God, he somehow started to love Dean more than he loved his Father. In 5x21, when Cas realized Dean said no to Michael, he apologized to Dean for doubting him, and I think that was the moment Cas’ faith in Dean became unbreakable. And so did his love for the righteous man. At this point, Cas’ love for Dean wasn’t romantic. Dean became his role-model. He put Dean up in the altar where his Father used to be, and he loved him deeply, as one of God’s best creations. When season 5 ended, Cas cared about Dean a lot more than Dean cared about Cas. As friends, brothers-in-arms, they parted ways once the war was over. Cas wanted to see Dean happy, but he still felt he belonged in Heaven and liked the idea that God had brought him back to life (for a second time now) to fix things up there. Dean, on the other hand, saw Cas leave and probably thought he wasn’t gonna see the angel ever again. He had other pressing matters, anyway. Sam in the pit, for example.

In season 6, Dean and Cas became a dysfunctional family. Before going back to Heaven, Cas rescued Sam from the pit to give Dean the grand prize he was asking for at the end of 5x22. However, he didn’t know he’d left Sam’s soul behind and the whole thing blew up in his face later on. He thought he could set things right in Heaven, but he wasn’t expecting Raphael to have totally different plans. When he realized he wasn’t strong enough to defeat Raphael, he went to Dean to look for help, but once Cas saw him living his apparently happy and peaceful life, he couldn’t pull Dean back in. Crowley took advantage of the moment and managed to convince Cas to work with him. It’s totally true that Cas did a lot of regrettable things in season 6 and that he lied a lot, but everything he did was for Dean and because of Dean; everything was in the name of that profound bond he thought he shared with Dean. On the other hand, Dean, who was raised in an environment of neglect and abuse, and therefore considered that kind of behavior “normal” in a family, started to treat Cas in a very poor way. As I said in another post:

[Dean] only called Cas when he needed something and didn’t really care about anything that was happening to Cas. That’s what Castiel perceived. He loved the Winchesters a lot, especially Dean, but he somehow thought he couldn’t really count on them. “Of course. Your problems always come first,” Cas told Dean in 6x07. “It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?”, Cas asked in 6x20. These two jerks really had communication issues at that time. Cas didn’t ask Dean for help at first because he didn’t want to disturb Dean’s apparently peaceful life, and he didn’t ask for help later because it was already too late (the deal was already made) and because anyway, he kind of thought Dean didn’t give a damn about his civil war. Dean was so worried about Sam and “the job” that he never cared to ask Cas if he needed anything. Probably because he thought an angel was so powerful, he didn’t need help. But also because the Winchesters are not exactly the most helpful people to their closest ones. Remember how Bobby didn’t get any help from Dean and Sam in 6x04 until he finally asked for it (and called them “self-absorbed”)? What was the boys’ reaction? “Bobby, all you gotta do is ask.” The whole speech Bobby gave them in that episode showed how the boys didn’t really give a second thought to other people’s problems. It was not because they didn’t love those people, it was just because that was the Winchester way. Dean didn’t know how to listen to Cas, how to offer help, how to empathize. And Cas didn’t know how to ask for help, how to consider that he might not be in a righteous path, how to doubt himself. I guess the “Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family” Dean said in 6x20 came too little, too late for Cas at that point.

Cas desperately wanted Dean to have faith in him, but Dean didn’t. In Cas’ notebook, that meant Dean didn’t love him (no matter if he said Cas was family or that he would have died for Cas). Castiel had to finish what he had started. To defeat Raphael, he made very bad decisions. The ends justified the means, so he hurt Sam in the process. Castiel was disappointed. Nobody had faith in him, nobody loved him. That’s why he told Dean “You’re not my family” in 6x22, and that’s probably why the first thing he said as Godstiel was “You will bow down and profess your love unto me.”

In season 7, Dean and Cas had to reconstruct their relationship.  I’ll quote myself from another post:

Season7!Dean had so much going on in that head of his. I don’t think Dean had feelings for Cas at that point. When Dean said that Cas was like a brother to him in 6x20, I believe he really meant it. However, the guilt, anger and frustration Dean felt toward Castiel was drowning him little by little. Guilt because maybe if he had just listened, if he had said something, if he had been less self-centered, he could have saved Cas and prevented the whole Purgatory souls fiasco. Anger because how could Cas betray him? How could Cas break Sam’s wall? How could Cas lie to him? How could Cas die without giving him the chance to say everything he had to say? Frustration because he had to clean up Cas’ mess, because Cas was gone, because he had lost his best friend. It was so much for such a complex person as Dean that he couldn’t move on and dealt with all that the best way he could: drinking. When Dean found Emmanuel, everything that I just mentioned came crushing to his mind. Just add another frustration item: Cas didn’t even remember him. The frustration list just got bigger and bigger: Cas going kinda insane; Cas refusing to fight; Cas behaving like a little child. And the only method to deal with things like these Dean has known all his life is to lash out. That’s how he communicates. He learned it from John Winchester and has used that lots of times with Sam. He needed to take it all out, to yell at Cas in order to move on and start the healing process, the forgiving process (because he really wanted to fix things with Cas, he just didn’t know how to), but Castiel was denying him even that. Poor Dean! At this point, I felt sorry for both, Dean and Cas, because I could really empathize with both.

Cas realized too late that he’d made a huge mistake and before dying all he wanted to do was Dean’s forgiveness and make things right. He was absent most of season 7, and when he reappeared and remembered who he really was, he felt extremely guilty. Taking Sam’s pain was the only thing he could do to make things right. If drinking was Dean’s coping mechanism, staying away from all sorts of violence was Cas’ once he woke up in 7x21. Dean needed Cas to take out Dick Roman, and Cas agreed to help (and even protected Dean when the time came) because he wanted to show Dean gratitude for the faith he was showing him when he told him “I’d rather have you, cursed or not”. Faith equals love. Was that a “note of forgiveness”?

In season 8, Dean and Cas weren’t on the same page regarding their feelings. It was in Purgatory, the place that felt pure, where Dean realized that no matter what Cas had done, no matter what had happened, he loved his angel. He cared about him so much that he wasn’t going to leave Purgatory without him. In season 6, he was a shitty, selfish friend, but he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. He needed to find Cas and take him home, where they could start over. It was in Purgatory where Dean understood he preferred a life of constant hiding, running for dear life, and killing instead of a life on Earth without Cas. He knew that if everything he suffered during the year Cas was gone was terrifying, the guilt he would feel about leaving his friend without even trying to look for him was definitely going to kill him. When he finally found Cas and realized that Cas had left him alone to try to protect him from the Leviathans, he decided to tell Cas how much he cared. He told him “I need you” and “I’m not leaving here without you”. Dean didn’t need Cas to be able to get out. He just needed Cas to be with him, and he wanted Cas to understand it. Cas, of course, understood, but he felt too much shame and guilt to consider the possibility of leaving Purgatory, so he just made sure he got Dean out.

Leaving Purgatory without Cas was so painful to Dean that he had to change the memory of what happened so he could blame himself. Once Castiel was back, even though Dean was suspicious of how he got out of Purgatory, he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes he’d made before. He was all “talk to me” with Cas. He wanted to make sure Cas was OK. He wanted to prove that he cared. No matter how shady Cas was, Dean still prayed to him. He still poured his heart out to Cas. Even when Cas was about to kill him, he didn’t fight back. He just reminded Cas that he was family, that they needed him, that HE needed him.

On the other hand, Cas was brainwashed into killing thousands of fake Deans so he would be ready to do Heaven’s bidding without interference from the elder Winchester. It took for the real Dean to say “I need you” to break the connection between Cas and Naomi’s mind control, but when Dean asked him what broke the connection, Cas honestly didn’t know what to answer. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for Cas to analyze what had happened. There were more pressing matters, like the angel tablet. Cas wanted to make things right and got fooled by Metatron in the process.

At this point, I’m fairly sure Dean already understood he loved Cas. All season 7 Dean couldn’t understand why he couldn’t move past what Cas had done. In Purgatory he was free enough to say “I love you” in the Winchester way: “I need you.” He’s told Cas “I need you” a lot of times. Why? Because Dean Winchester is not really with the whole love and… love, so he says the next best thing. The question is what kind of love does Dean feel for Cas? I’m sure that’s something Dean doesn’t want to understand. He’s gotten hints from his family that he should try to understand his feelings for Cas (“he’s dreamy”, Charlie said; “because it’s Cas”, Sammy said), but he didn’t really get it, and even if he did, it didn’t matter anyway because his angel was going home.

In season 9, Dean and Cas weren’t on the same page regarding their feelings AGAIN. But this time it was Cas’ turn to start to understand. Castiel, angel of the Lord, has loved Dean Winchester since he decided to have faith in him. Faith equals love. However, I don’t think Cas understood what kind of love he felt for Dean. That’s why he couldn’t answer the “what broke the connection” question. HE DIDN’T KNOW. He had to be human to be able to understand that he can love his brothers and sisters, humanity, Sam and Dean, but each love is different. His love for humanity is agape. His love for his brothers and sisters is storge. His love for Sam is between storge and philia, but what about his love for Dean? I’m ready to bet it’s eros, but Cas didn’t know that before. (ETA: For more info on the kind of love Cas has for Dean and why I think eros is involved, you can read this). That’s why the PB&J conversation between Cas and Sam in 9x11 was so important. Being an angel, Cas has the physical capacity to eat or even drink liquor, but he can’t enjoy things the same way a human does. That’s why it’s been emphasized that emotions and even simple things like flavors are human things. I think it wasn’t until 9x06 that Cas realized he was in love with Dean. What about Dean? Well, 9x06 was probably the moment he realized he was in love with Cas, too, but this time it was Dean’s turn to let Cas live a normal and peaceful life.

Cas’ weakness was revealed in 9x22: he’s in love… with humanity. But, of course, everybody (Hannah, Metatron, and Dean himself) agreed that Cas sacrificed everything for just one man, to protect Dean Winchester.

In season 10, Dean and Castiel need to figure out what they want. They both don’t know. They both want more but are too afraid to go for it. Dean thinks he’s gonna die soon, but he acknowledges there’s people, feelings that he wants to experience differently or maybe for the first time. He has no doubts that Cas loves him. If he had any, he lost them after Cas gave up an entire army for him. Cas doesn’t know what he is anymore. He doesn’t belong in Heaven, he’s not a human, but there are human things he considers good –art, hope, love, dreams. However, he knows emotions… feelings are dangerous temptations. How does he know? Well, he’s been consistently screwing things up to protect the one thing that has become his priority: Dean Winchester. Everything has been, is, and will always be about saving Dean. It’s pretty much obvious Cas doesn’t have vessel issues anymore in case he decides to stay on Earth (whether angel or human). But his big questions are still the same, “What broke the connection?” “But as what [do you want to live] Castiel, as an angel or a man?” “Who are you? What’s your mission?” And the answers to all those questions are related to Dean. Therefore, Cas has to figure out what he wants.  

Dean, on the other hand, is afraid of losing control and hurting the people he loves: Cas and his brother. Notice who Benny (Dean’s subconscious) mentioned first. At this point in the story, I think Dean knows how he feels about Cas, but Cas doesn’t know. And Cas knows how he feels about Dean, but Dean doesn’t know. They both think they’re family for the other. They both are a couple of emotionally constipated idjits. Dean also has to figure out what he wants, but right now, he doesn’t give much thought to it because he thinks there’s not a good future for him.

I just hope that whatever the consequences of what Sam and Cas are doing to save Dean don’t separate Dean and Cas that much for season 11. However, they both already know how they feel. It’s just a matter of telling the other and we can’t get that yet. That’s why it makes so much sense that TPTB have kept Dean and Cas apart so much during season 10. So, I guess more conflict will be a must for next season.

If you notice, the thing that makes Destiel one of the most popular ships is that it feels real. It doesn’t feel forced. They have gone through a lot and overcome a lot together. This is definitely one of the best love stories ever told!

The Recruit (Chapter 10) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 54″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Rob Russells & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Slow burn, some touchin’, some dirty talking, kissing, cursing..

A.N.: Not that long of a chapter but one I enjoyed writing to show how Mitch is dealing with his past with Katrina and his future with y/n.

Summary: Mitch talks to y/n about his past relationship and what it could mean for the two of them.

Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven

Originally posted by agentmitchrapp

Mitch pressed his cheek against your hairline and watched your fingers as they brushed through the hair on his chest. You nuzzled your head further into Mitch’s neck, and he turned his head slightly to kiss your forehead. You found his free hand and intertwined your fingers in his, closing your eyes with a contented sigh as you enjoyed the feeling of your skin pressed against his, under the blankets.

“How are you doing?” Mitch asked quietly.

You purred. “I’m happy. How are you doing?”

“No flashbacks or nightmares? Nothing.. triggering from last night?”

You shook your head against his chest. “There’s a real difference between what they tried to do and what we did last night.”

Mitch nodded, then paused and you lifted your head up to look at his face. “I want to talk about last night.”

Your heart sunk, and you tried to keep your face from showing your true emotions. “Okay.”

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Charming II

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun, prince!AU

Chapters: (1) / (2) / …


Looks can be deceiving. Oh Sehun is far from being a prince charming.

Belonging is a strong and inevitable feeling that exists in human nature. Coming to an unfamiliar environment I had high hopes to find that belongingness. To wed a prince for the purpose of my country.

Yet all of my hopes were scattered all in the first fifteen minutes of my arrival at the court of my fiancé.

He has already decided to be hostile without even knowing me. Without ever interacting with me. So while having tea with the entire Oh family and me and my mother, I wonder… what must I have done to have made him disapprove of me?

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Don’t be afraid to love

Anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine with Theo. (Your Scott’s younger sister) We’re you like him and you know he likes you but he won’t admit it. And one day he gets into a fight and he shows up to your house and you clean his face cause there’s blood and he’s being really distant and mean. And you grab his face asking what wrong. And why he’s being like this and he finally tells you how he feels about you and how he’s scared he might hurt you one day or something like that. Thanks

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word count: 827

Originally posted by likelylahey

“You shouldn’t spend so much time with him.”

“I’m old enough to make my own choices!” I replied, crossing my arms.

“He’s dangerous… ”

“Scott! I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I never bother you with your girlfriends’ choices! You’ve dated a hunter…”

“Allison was …”

I interrupted him.

“And a thunder kitsune, which, I remind you, went to these desert weird women!”

“The skinwalkers,” my brother corrected me.


Scott put his hand through my hair to ruffle them friendly.

“Be careful, little sister.”

“Always,” I said smiling as he left the house for a pack meeting, leaving me alone for the evening. Once I was certain his super powerful werewolf ears were too far away to hear me, I lowered my head murmured for myself:

“Anyway, it’s not like Theo is going to confess his feelings to me tonight.”

Theo Raeken, the boy I felt in love with. Scott had made a whole scene when I had confessed to him that I had deep feelings for the chimera. He had spent hours explaining his past, and why I shouldn’t love him. Everything he said was approved by all the pack members. I already knew all that, but that didn’t matter to me.

And I was very stubborn.

Especially since I knew that my feelings were the same for Theo. It’s obvious when I’m with him. His body is stiffening and he does everything to avoid my sight. But as soon as I have my back turned, I can feel his supernatural pupils burning my neck. I already tried to confront him, but I never managed to get him any real answers.

I was about to get myself comfortable in front of the television, sitting with a bowl full of delicious popcorn when I heard a knock at the door. The sound was strong, pressing, and constant and I thought for a moment that it had to be very important to disturb my peaceful evening like that. I got up abruptly, knocking over my bowl of popcorn and went to open the door.

I didn’t expect to find Theo, face covered in blood and wounds, an inappropriate smile stuck on the face, in front of me.

“Can I come in?”

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly understood what had happened. He had fought again. I let him in and shut the door behind us before quickly going to get a first aid kit in the bathroom. When I returned, Theo was sitting on the couch and was staring at the floor. I sat beside him and began to clean the dried blood of his wounds which were already healing.

Ah, werewolves power.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

I heard him mutter, and when I looked up from the wound I was cleaning on his forehead to cross his gaze, he turned his head away, groaning.

“Theo, look at me,” I said, my hand still in the air waiting to clean the rest of the blood.

“Leave me alone,” he snapped at me. Just a few seconds ago he smiled arrogantly at the entrance of my house, and now he was acting all coldly?

“Theo, what’s your problem?!” I said, raising my voice. I was tired of being ignored.

Still no answer.

I broke for good, dropped the blood-soaked tissue to take his face in my hands to force him to look at me. He didn’t seem to like it, resisted a little, but ended up letting himself be carried away.

“You’re gonna tell me why you’re acting like this? Why are you distant and mean? Why do you spend your time ignoring me?” I exclaimed.

His face seemed to be twisted with a dull pain as he was thinking for an answer. Then, Theo grabbed my hands that were still on his cheeks before looking up at me.

“Because I love you, Y / N! I love you so much, but at the same time I am terrified, horribly terrified of hurting you … you are the last person I want to hurt, and that’s why I decided to repress my feelings. ”

I wanted to facepalm so bad. How could he think that? But the gravity of the situation replaced my thoughts in order.

“Theo …”

His eyes were soaked with water as he closed them again, looking away. I understood his fears, but I didn’t share his opinion. And I showed him by approaching my face and putting my lips against his, surprising him more than I expected. When our mouths parted, I hastened to speak before he could say anything.

“My brother is a werewolf, an alpha, even. One of my friends is a banshee and the other a werecoyote. I think I can deal a chimera,” I said, a smile stretching my lips.

“But I… ”

I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

A/N: Thanks again for requesting me, hope you like it! Requests are still opeeeeeen!

Originally posted by cedimond

Title: Furry Misunderstandings

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Thor, Tony, Clint, and Bruce)

Drabble Prompt: “Find some proof that she betrayed you.”

Content/Warning: Angst; fluff

Words: 1055

A/N: I already posted one fic today (When We Were Young, Pt. 2) but I’m in a writing mood. So here, have a Loki fic. (I really need help) As always, prompts are open. I’m not desperate for requests or anything. Psshhh, no. Not me. XD

“What’s troubling you, brother?” Thor asked, entering his brother’s room to find Loki pacing the floor.

The trickster god paused, glancing at Thor. “It’s none of your concern, Thor. Please, just let me be to think.”

“Whatever is troubling you, Loki, I can help,” Thor pressed as Loki began pacing once more.

Again, Loki stopped, this time reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Thor, it’s not exactly something I wish to discuss with you. It’s personal.”

“You can trust me, brother,” Thor said. “Perhaps I can give you some advice.”

Loki gave an incredulous snort, but nodded. “Alright, fine. It’s about myself and Y/N.”

“I thought you and her were doing well?”

“That’s what I thought too, Thor,” Loki said. “But I’m starting to think Y/N doesn’t feel the same anymore.”

“I don’t understand why her feelings would change, Loki,” Thor said. “She loves you, correct? That’s not something that just changes all of a sudden.”

“That’s not exactly what I’m talking about, Thor,” The trickster said with a sigh. “This was a bad idea.”

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Thanks for liking my work! And I think this is the right time to show up some SF outlook changes I guess

Actually the main reason I don’t make many Swapfell art is because… I can think of them really “fontcest” way! Like till now when I think about how they would live with each other, all the ideas and scenarios comes out are all very brotherly and, sfw??? Unlike the other bros which I can make at least suggestive thing??? I do want to draw some of the ideas but I guess most of the other brothers and ships have occupied my mind first lmao. Another reason is I still haven’t make up a really firm settings for them, and this makes me not very confident for build up art for them without giving them a fine personality/characteristic first? At least this is my own standard when I do fanworks, I just love to explore some more for the characters.

But hey since you asked, I can still share you some developed headcanons (You can see my general headcanons on them here first):

  • SF Sans still make tacos, but SF Pap’s favorite would be can whipped cream for me. (Since no one sure what kind of stuff he like by the original setting)
  • As a linkage of the Fell brothers, SF Pap is the one who caused the scar on SF Sans’ left eye, but it was SF Sans asked for it when little at first. SF Pap is secretly holding deep guilt over this till now.
  • SF Pap knows how to trick minds very well, like he can pretend to like you very much you won’t even notice that to him you are just like shit. (Of course he has to be willing to pretend first) This is one big advantage for letting him still survive in Snowdin.
  • Both of them cannot leave each other for too long, or they will start act aggressive around. SF Sans will start smashing and destroying things around him and become more and more violent if his brother is still not there with him, meanwhile SF Pap will stop interact with other, even resisting others to get close with him, you are basically fucked if you dared to touch him at the moment.
  • For the above point, this is caused by both of them never leave each other when living under such dangerous environment from young, this led to both them grew very strong dependence for each other.
  • SF Sans properly hit his bro unintentionally, a lot, like when he is too excited, or too pissed when shouting at him. But SF Pap never stop him for the hitting, not because he masochist (I don’t think he really is one anyway), more like he just spoiled his bro too much he chooses to tolerant this.
  • Is still debating with my morality that whether should let SF Pap into drugs
  • Is still debating with my morality that whether should let SF Pap into prostitution
  • Seriously my morality is constantly fighting myself when get close to SF Pap fucc this bitch what the fucc
  • SF Pap loves his brother a lot.
  • SF Sans lovers his brother a lot, too.

I guess this will be disappointing if you are looking for me doing little cute sexy SF Sans and huge cute obedient SF Pap, I just go to my own preference like what I always do… If you don’t like this version of Swapfell brothers I am so sorr

Wait who the fuck am I kidding why should I be sorry about this fuck everything else like everyday ok.

PS: The original creator of the whole Swapfell concept is kkhoppang! Even though both their tumblr and twitter seems to deactivated, please don’t forget the one who created things you like!

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Pride

Originally posted by vernonymous


The word echoed through my mind as I recalled the conversation I had with father I was forbidden to look for Jaebum. My brother was no longer allowed into heaven, leaving me as the last angel out of the ‘Golden Seven’. All of the others had fallen due to their own temptation and weaknesses and I wonder if my time would come soon too. 

No. It couldn’t be. Everything I did, I did for the love of my father but it seemed like my hard work wasn’t enough to please.

I know I have to find him…Jaebum is good. He’s just misunderstood. If I could just show father that he had made a mistake in turning his back on my brothers then leaving this place is the only thing I have left to do.

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Who Do You Like? // Jack Maynard

​Can you write an imagine where you have a huge crush on Jack but he doesn’t know and you’re filming a Q&A for his channel and he asks you who you like?

Y/S/N = Your Ship Name 

“Hello, what’s up everybody and welcome back to my channel! For this video, I’m going to be answering a lot of your questions with the help of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N.” Jack motions for me to join his video and I do so, waving to the camera.

“I’m so popular on this channel” I say joking, bumping my shoulder on Jack.

“Maybe even more than me,” he replies laughing. “So, I’ve hand selected some questions from twitter via the hashtag #ask(Y/S/N) and we got lots of lovely replies from you all. Shall we dive into it?” he asks, looking at me.

“We shall” I say smiling at him.

After about an hour of answering a bunch of questions and getting enough footage for his video, we finally answer the last couple of questions.

“Okay Y/N, I think this one is directed to you, otherwise it would be very awkward for me to answer it. ‘If you could date anyone from the ‘buttercream squad’, who would you choose?’’”

Instantly, I felt my face heat up. It caught me off guard as I definitely was not expecting that question. “None, they’re all like my brothers and I love them all the same” I say smiling to the camera.

“Now that’s a straight up lie, I can tell when you’re not being honest Y/N” Jack smirks, and I curse him in my head for knowing me too well.

“What? I’m not lying. Can we please just end the video here?” I say, hinting to Jack that I feel slightly uncomfortable and he does what I ask. He does his outro and I feel myself slightly relaxing.

As he goes to pack up his equipment’s, I excuse myself out of the room and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“So who is it?” Jack suddenly appears behind me and I almost drop to the floor.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that” I say, growing annoyed with him.

“Y/N, come on. Tell me, please” he pouts.

“Let it go” I sigh. I’m not going to admit to my best friend my feelings for him just yet.

“Please!” he begs.

“No” I say sternly.

“What kind of best friend keeps a secret like this to themselves? I can help you if you really like whoever it is”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?”

“Now that’s just crazy. I’m telling you Y/N, any person on earth would be the luckiest if they had you” he says which makes me laugh. “I’m serious Y/N, you’re beautiful inside out.” I felt my heart skip a beat.

“What about you?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Would you call yourself lucky if you had me?” I say before I can stop myself.

“Hell fucking yeah” he responds without hesitating. “Wait, is it me? Who you like?”

I can’t lie myself out of this one. I’ve already dug myself a hole, might as well tell him. Right?

I try using my words to respond but no words came out. So instead I nod. Then Jack smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He takes a step closer towards me, closing the gap between us. He looks at my lips, I can tell he’s asking permission so I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him for the first time.

He placed his hands on my back pulling me in closer. “Well, I like you too. And have for a really. Long. Time.” He says with emphasis on each word. My heart beats so fast, I feel like it’s about to burst.

“Maybe I should’ve told you sooner then.” I respond laughing, pulling Jack onto the couch with me. That night, he forgets all about editing his video.

hope you enjoyed it. i have so many good prompts in my ask right now so expect lots more imagines coming your way!

anonymous asked:

How long is it before Matt finds out his Peter is actually the prince?

Legit he doesn’t find out until after he asks Tony to meet his alpha to discuss a dowry for Peter when Peter’s seventeen. Peter’s in it for the long con because he’s afraid if he tells Matt he’s a prince he’ll stop talking to him. Tony laughs so hard he almost pees himself. “Oh honey,” he says, wiping tears from his eyes. “Absolutely. I will set up a meeting.” “…Thank you, sir,” Matt replies after a moment, unsure. At least it hadn’t sounded like mean laughter. “Mama,” Peter hisses on the way to the carriage. Tony bursts out laughing again. “MAMA.”

Tony is in tears again as he tries to tell Steve and Bucky that Peter has a suitor that would like to discuss a dowry but he’s laughing too hard. Peter is as red as a tomato and keeps tugging on Tony’s sleeve and whispering for him to please, please, for the love of all that is holy, shut up. Tony can’t be stopped. He has to run to his room to compose himself. Steve and Bucky watch him leave, smiling with equal parts affection and confusion even as they give each other ‘what the fuck was that’ looks.

Finally, though, Tony calms down, and is able to speak without bursting into giggles. “Your son has a suitor.” Steve and Bucky blink at him slowly. “Our son has many suitors, dear. You’ll need to be more specific,” Bucky says slowly. Tony bites his bottom lip, hard, to keep from giggling again. “His name is Matthew.” “Oh,” Steve says. “How nice. …I don’t recall a Matthew at any of the parties.” “That’s because he hasn’t been to any parties.” Steve and Bucky stare at Tony silently. Peter wants to die.

Eventually it gets explained that Matt is a commoner, not a noble. The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches and he makes a high-pitched sound. Steve’s face betrays nothing. “Clearly we will have to go meet with him,” Steve says slowly. Peter nearly has a panic attack then and there. “Wait! He doesn’t know I’m a prince! Dada you can’t!” Steve’s face continues to betray nothing. “We’ll have to go to the market with you next time, darling.” Tony can’t help it. He bursts into giggles again.

Having the entire royal family (barring the queen) walking through the market is enough to make everyone go silent. Harley is too curious to wander off and Peter wants to die everyone is looking at him. He’s used to it but this has a certain tenseness to it and he doesn’t like it. He kind of wishes Harley hadn’t followed them.

Claire notices them approach and goes white as a ghost. “Claire?” Matt asks after a moment. “Are you alright?” He tilts his head a little. “Why is it so quiet?” “Young man,” Steve says solemnly, and Matt surges to his feet, looking bewildered but also terrified. “Sir!” “My omega has told me that you wish to discuss a dowry for my son.” “Yes sir. I would. I like him very much,” Matt says, terror fading, because oh, it’s just Peter’s father. He’d thought something awful was happening, but no, people just wanted to be nosy because he wanted to work out a marriage. (Tony and Bucky and clinging to each other. Tony is crying from the effort not to laugh. Bucky has his face buried in Tony’s neck to smother the soft noises he can’t manage to choke back.)

“What can you offer my son?” Steve asks once he’s sure neither of his husbands are going to pass out. Matt frowns, thoughtful. “Well… I plan to be a magistrate, sir, once I finish all my studying. It will be a meager salary in the beginning but once I establish myself I should earn enough money to keep Peter comfortable. I like Peter very much,” he repeats, straightening his shoulders. “And if I could marry him, I–I’d be the happiest man in the world. Peter’s witty and clever and… and he doesn’t think my blindness is a hindrance at all. I think I love that the most.” Peter covers his cheeks and looks down at his feet, wide-eyed, because Matt said ‘love’ in front of his parents and brother and all these people staring at them and he doesn’t look ashamed about it. “I doubt I could pay what Peter’s really worth,” Matt adds seriously. “Peter is priceless. You’ll probably get offers from suitors more well-off than I. But I can promise that if you let me marry him, I would do my best to make him the happiest he can possibly be.”

“…Well,” Steve says after a moment, looking thoughtful. “I would have to discuss it with my mother. This hasn’t been done in our family for…decades.” Matt nods solemnly, then frowns, confused. “What hasn’t been done for decades?” “A prince marrying a commoner,” Steve explains. Matt nods. “Oh.” That makes sense. Matt wouldn’t want to ask Peter to do something without the queen’s okay if it was improper.

It takes a few seconds before Matt blurts out, “WHAT.” “I, uh,” Peter stutters. “I’m a pr–I wanted… surprise?” “WHAT,” Matt says again, and then frowns. “No wonder you had such soft hands.” “You’ve held my son’s hands?” Steve asks after a moment. “Absolutely not,” Matt lies. Steve likes him. He likes him enough that he waits until they’re back in the carriage and on their way back to the castle before he laughs and laughs.

(“That was really nice, Steve,” Tony says later, when they’re back at the castle and Peter has scuttled off to be embarrassed elsewhere. Harley has followed him with a grin that promised hours of good-natured ribbing. “You were really nice to Matt.” “Yeah,” Steve says, lips spreading into a wide smile just bordering on humor. “He performs well under pressure at least.” “You should tell your ma about him,” Bucky adds, and Steve nods in agreement. Tony smiles. Matt’s a perfectly likable person. He was glad they liked him even if it was short-lived.)

((Sarah tilts her head. “It’s been done before,” she admits after a moment. “My great-grandfather took a commoner as a wife. Peter’s an omega so he wasn’t going to inherit the throne before Harley. We’re on friendly terms with almost all of the neighboring kingdoms.” She frowns thoughtfully. “Let me look into this a little more and I’ll get back to you, but I’m leaning more toward yes.” Tony looks up from his needlepoint. “…Yes for what,” he asks after a moment, because she couldn’t be suggesting–that was preposterous, that just wouldn’t do–“I see no reason why Peter would not be able to marry Matt,” Sarah explains. Tony stares at her, stunned, then blurts out a horrified, “No! Absolutely not! It’s not done!” And in the end almost alienates his entire family from him.))

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #30

Officially no longer a youngster. Get a job and get out of your parents’ basement, “weekly” rec list, for pete’s sake. Get it together.

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

A Lonely Mind by Bandity
Words:  11,292 (WIP ½)
Author’s Summary:  Lance struggles with depression, choosing to hide his problems, he starts down a dangerous road alone.
My Comments: I think I kinda freaked the author by leaving a RIDICULOUSLY long comment on this one. Go read that for my expanded thoughts. But yeah, fave of the list. You remember that post going around not long ago about how healing pods are scary? This fic takes that concept in a FABULOUS direction, and I love it to death.

Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul by Agapostemon
Words: 1,595
Author’s Summary:
“So you want me to spy for you,” Keith observes blandly. “Exactly!” Hunk nods, “Oh, and keep an eye out for food stashes. I wanna know where all my ingredients are going. ”Keith sighs, “Fine, whatever. I’ll spy for you. But only because he’s my brother and I care about him.”
My Comments: Really sweet and heart-achey exploration of Keith and Shiro’s relationship, through the scenario of Shiro hoarding food in his room.

Pizza, Pasta and some comfort by SerenePhenix
Words: 4,405
Author’s Summary: I love taylor_tut’s sickfics to death but the one that really stuck with me was the one about the college AU where Lance appeared on the gang’s doorstep and they all were like “let’s take care of this sick stranger”.I really couldn’t help myself…
Getting Lance to stop before he can collapse Shiro wonders what can be done to help the poor guy.
Besides making sure that his temperature doesn’t go through the roof…
My Comments: Not long ago, I recced “The Pizza One” as my favorite taylor_tut fic, and here’s a nice long sequel! I love it almost as much as everyone in the fic loves Lance.

Food for Thought by WildWolf25
Words: 9,094
Author’s Summary: After a very uncomfortable breakfast his first morning in the Castle of Lions, Ulaz learns that Galra and Earthlings (and Alteans) have some very prominent cultural differences, specifically relating to food. Once they get some misunderstandings cleared up, though, Lance gets a certain idea…
My Comments: Crack alert! This is delightful. Gen, but technically NSFW for…reasons. Just read it, if you’re of age.

Stretch the Day by Stratagem
Words: 886
Author’s Summary: Lance and Hunk hang out with their siblings at a lake and have a nice day where nothing bad happens. Really!
My Comments: I’m actually reccing every fic in this series, Voltron Space Family, this one just happened to come up first in my AO3 history because I read it the most recently. But yeah, you should consume everything. This author is SUPER good at child mannerisms, as well character interaction and feels. There’s a story where Shiro is rescued after the end of Season 2 by a misfit band of space pirates including one Matt Holt, and another where the Galra kidnap Lance and Hunk’s siblings, which is heart-rending. Very, very good stuff. I’ll be following this author with eager anticipation.

Distance by nawsies
Words: 1,381
Author’s Summary: Pidge misses her Mum so much and most of the time she refuses to think about it, Lance is in the right place at the right time and wants to help his friend (he helps).
My Comments: Sweet, achey, homesick Lance and Pidge. Beautiful little fic.

Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc. by isabeau25
Words: 1,064
Author’s Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.
My Comments: MERBABY SHIRO RESCUED BY THE GARRISON TRIO. If that doesn’t make you want to read it I don’t know what will. Just go. It’s great.

Voltron Hug Collection by hufflepirate
Words: 12,761
Author’s Summary: 15 microfics, minifics, or oneshots featuring Voltron hugs. These were written based on tumblr prompts (plus 2) and to get me through finals week. Every chapter involves at least one hug, all hugs are platonic, and chapter titles will tell you the people involved and some idea of the plot or prompt, so keep an eye out for those.
My Comments: I’ve been reblogging these fics in their tumblr post form, because they are all amazing, but if you missed any, here they are all handily collected for your convenience! I intend to comment on every single chapter, just haven’t gotten to it yet.

Lionhearted by Pidgeon_Online
Words: 9,539
Author’s Summary: It’s a struggle for everyone. They’re struggling to stay afloat in the sea of stress and anxiety.And Pidge accidentally tipped the boat.or
Pidge gets sick and everyone helps while trying to juggle their own problems.
My Comments: Sick Pidge with bonus angsty Lance and supportive everyone else. A pleasure to read.

One Day at a Time by dem_hips
Words: 2,818
Author’s Summary: Being away from home at school is a little different from being away from home defending the universe, as it turns out.
My Comments: Kind, supportive Garrison Trio. They’re all so very far away from home. Another fic where Pidge and Lance level up their friendship. I love it.

Caught in the Rain by WildWolf25
Words: 3,611
Author’s Summary: “Hi, um, do you need help with your… robot car?”Pidge looked up to find a man looking down in bemusement at them. His black hair was cropped close to his head, shorter at the undercut and only slightly longer on top, save for a white-dyed tuft that fell over his forehead.
“It’s a rendition of the Mars Rover, but ‘robot car’ works too.” Pidge said. “And I’m okay, I just need to dry it off. My teammates are delayed, so I just need somewhere out of the rain to wait for them. Sorry about using your awning.” (While waiting for their robotics club members, Pidge gets caught in the rain and takes refuge in the lobby of an onsen, where they meet Shiro)
My Comments: This is such a warm, gentle, relaxing fic, much like I imagine an onsen visit to be. Love this modern version of Pidge and Shiro, with Lance being a disaster and Hunk being a suspicious mechanic, as it should be.

Heathens by TheCookieMonster77
Words: 8,785
Author’s Summary: “You…"Keith looked completely bewildered and lost at Lance’s outburst and Lance thought that that was probably the worst part of all of this. The heathen didn’t even realize his error.Keith’s face looked startlingly close to a kicked puppy. "What did I do?”“I- You-” Lance let out a muffled shriek shout of irritation. “You,” he growled, jaw clenched and teeth grinding, “just asked for pineapple. On pizza."What. An. Out. Rage.Keith blinked. ”…Yes?“Hunk is an amazing angel (like always) who figured out how to make space pizza. Lance was ready to sing his praises to the universe, but then his teammates have to go ruin everything by insisting on pineapple pizza.Heathens.
My Comments: Very fun and funny fic! I loved everyone’s different reactions.

A (Space) Mother’s Work is Never Done by BajillionKittens
Words: 2,851 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: A Mother’s Day celebration for the team mom. Six times Coran took care of his kids and one time they returned the favor.
My Comments: SO CUTE. I love the way Coran takes care of all of these children he’s suddenly stuck with. The different scenarios are all very good and fitting, and I’m looking forward to more.

Little Drops of Poison by Saereneth for BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,607
Author’s Summary: Shiro had been trying to catch up to them, clawing his way through years of separation just to feel like he was part of them once more, but sometimes it was just too much, and he had to excuse himself for a while so he could come to grips with everything he’d missed.
My Comments: @bosstoaster‘s Ten Years On AU bothers me on a very visceral level that I have trouble articulating, but this little exploration in the sandbox is lovely. I love Pidge unable to stick with her original concept and expanding into thing she finds interesting or just pretty, and the way Lance notices Shiro spiraling and subtly grounds him without being flashy is really lovely characterization. Very believable development of both of them, and Shiro is heartbreaking as always, but everyone’s going to take care of him.

Be Water, My Friend by xLoLix
Words: 8,531
Author’s Summary: So there are the quieter moments between missions, between exciting events, between the moments that matter. (The real secret are that those are the moments that matter the most.)Here are some moments between the paladins, starring Lance.Or; I air out some of my general grievances and de-stress from school by writing a fic about my favourite character.
My Comments: Really lovely exploration of Lance and his relationships. I enjoyed it.

Finding Family by squirenonny
Words: 17,214
Author’s Summary: A collection of drabbles that don’t fit neatly into the main Duality plotline. Most can be read independently of the main story, though each entry contains a note on where it fits in the timeline.Written based on prompts from readers.
My Comments: Some mild Klance and Shatt. Every single of one of these is delightful. You should just read everything this author writes. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Truce by kyanve
The Times They Remembered Pidge Was a Girl by MagmaWrites
The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away by LonelyGirlInSpace
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny  (THE GANG IS BACK TOGETHER)
Secret of the Blood by exclamation (now complete)
Garrison Days by castlestormed
Towards The Sun by Eastofthemoon
The Machinations of Perception by HapaxLegomenon
Must Surely Be Learning by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)  (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Scattered by avidbeader
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat
Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy

How Long Are You Staying For?-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

Summary: Requested by annonymus: ‘Jon Snow imagine where you are Theon’s little sister and come to visit him, and Jon falls in love with you because along with being ladylike and graceful, you’re also a sassy and skilled archer and sailor. Towards the end of your visit, Ned announces you are staying as your father has betrothed you to Jon Snow, and Theon teases you about being married to a bastard but you don’t care cause you love him.’

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Theon Greyjoy x Reader (siblings), mentions of the Stark family

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sassiness, animal killing but fluff (kind of long-ish)


My horse strode through the open gates of Winterfell, giving me a chance to look around and see if anything had changed. I had not been here since I was a child, my brother and I separated for years. We were never close, he actually annoyed me to no end but he was still my brother. Our sister Yara sailed with me, though she wasn’t staying. She used the excuse that father wanted me to be escorted there, even though I was just a good a sailor as her. It was really because I was the youngest and the only one of the girls who acted as a lady should.

Once I entered the courtyard, I saw the Stark family along with my brother waiting for me. I hadn’t seen anyone for so long, it was strange to see how grown up everyone was.

“(Y/N) Greyjoy, my how you have grown.” Eddard Stark stepped forward as I got down from my horse, embracing me as soon as my feet touched the floor.

I smiled.“It is good to see you all again. I do not think I am the only one who has changed.” I took a rolled up parchment out of my cloak.“Also, I have a message from my father, he said it was urgent.

The formal greetings went by quickly, it was soon just my brother and I. Surprisingly he was being kind.

We hugged."How I have missed you sister.”

“You too brother. It has been far too long.”

As we pulled away, I could feel someone watching us. Looking to my left, I spotted Jon Snow, Ned’s bastard, already watching us. He had grown more handsome since the last time I was here. I had always found him alluring somehow.

“The bastard has been staring at you this whole time.” Theon huffed.

“And what is wrong with that?”

“He shouldn’t be looking at you in the first place. You’re much more important than him.”

I rolled my eyes at my brother. For a moment I thought he had changed and was genuinly kind.

“You haven’t changed.” I started to walk away from him and towards Jon who was putting away arrows from the archers before him.

He noticed me approaching, immediately bowing.“My lady.”

I curtsied.“We’ve already been through this Jon, you know you can call me by my first name.”

His tense figure relaxed a little.“Don’t you think your brother will be angry about that?”

“He treats me like a fragile vase, as if I’m going to break at any minute. Theon is probably riled up because he couldn’t find any whores to sleep with him this week.”

Jon was taken back by my statement but started to laugh.“Well you’re not wrong.”

As we laughed, Theon marched up to us. We tried hard to stop laughing, having to make do with a smile. Theon’s stern face only made me want to howl more.

“(Y/N), dinner will not be until much later on tonight. How about a ride into the Godswood with Robb?” he asked, obviously wanting me to get away from Jon.

“That sounds lovely, however, Jon must come with us.” Before he could protest, I turned to Jon.“Please come with us?”

He hesitated, but said yes anyway, much to Theon’s dismay.

The Godswood was truly beautiful, I had vague memories of this place. Robb was a sweetheart as always, keeping the peace between his half-brother and Theon. I rode beside Jon, not his to annoy Theon but for me also. He seemed such a nice man and I wanted to get to know him better, but a part of me knew that I probably wouldn’t ever see him again once I left; no doubt father was going to be arranging my marriage soon. However, it would be rude not to speak with him, plus I loved how it aggravated my brother.

Once we were deeper into the woods, we dismounted our horses, deciding it would be easier on foot. I giggled as the two direwolves brushed past me, eager to go running. They were truly magnificent creatures. As I watched them wander off, I didn’t realise that the men were crouched down behind some bushes, eyeing up a deer further up. They had gone silent, Theon preparing a bow and arrow ready to shoot it. Before he could even let go, another arrow shot low past their heads, causing them to whip around in shock, thinking it was an attack. They were even more surpised when they saw it was me.

“(Y/N)! When did you learn to shoot an arrow? Father will be furious.” he was angry he hadn’t made the shot.

I smugly walked over to him.“On the contrary brother, he would be very proud. Yara trained me herself, archery is my best asset.”

“I must say (Y/N), that was a brilliant shot. It went right through the deer’s eye.” Robb looked impressed, as did Jon.

Jon was told to collect the deer as Robb and Theon walked ahead. I stayed back, feeling bad that Jon had to do all the work just because he was a bastard. His direwolf, Ghost, sat by my feet also waiting for his master.

“You did not need to wait for me (Y/N), I would have caught up.” his hand petted Ghost’s head.

“I honestly do not mind. I killed the deer, I should have helped.”

“You’re a lady, you do not need to do such tasks.”

“You just saw me shoot that deer straight through the eye, do you really think I’m a normal lady?”

We spent another hour walking around, seeing if we could spot anymore animals for dinner that night. The only things we could find were some rabbits, though they already had plenty back at Winterfell. Again I was with Jon most of that time, we had a good conversation going until Theon would try to disturb it. I could see Robb trying to stop my brother from doing so, but he was a very stubborn person, much like myself.

Unfortunately we all had to part ways as soon as we arrived back in Winterfell. The feast was soon upon us and I had yet to get ready. For some reason my stomach was feeling strange, I didn’t feel sick, I felt….nervous? Why would I be nervous? What was there to be nervous about? Though it wasn’t a 'what’, it was 'who’?


That man was causing me to feel like this. I hardly knew him, could I really be falling for him? I never experienced any type of love, only reading about it in my books. My family had never been one to show admiration for each other, not like the Starks. The feeling grew stronger as I opened my door, expecting my brother to escort me, though to see Jon there.

“Oh, Jon. I thought Theon was taking me to dinner?” I asked, stepping outside.

“He seemed to be occupied with some women in the hall. I decided to escort you myself.”

I just smiled and looped my arm in his, hoping that the walk there would not be too short. It was hard to stop staring at him, I’m sure he noticed a couple of times. As we turned into the next corridor, my brother had just stepped out of the hall. His head darted about, landing on Jon and me. Again he was angry, crossing his arms as he waited for us.

“I was bringing you to dinner. I thought we might actually be able to spend some time together.” He huffed.

“I’ve been stuck up in my room for ages. Don’t pretened that you didn’t forget about me. It doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m too hungry to kick your arse.”

We all sat at the long table, Ned at the end with Catelyn by his side, then the children (including Theon and I) in age order. Jon was sat opposite to me, once again I couldn’t help but look at him sometimes. Out dinner was agonisingly slow, I may have been the most ladylike of our family but I really didn’t want to be there. My mind kept going back to Jon, I would find myself daydreaming. It was hard to concentrate on what anyone was saying.

Much to my relief, we were finally finished. As the servants took away our plates, Ned requested that everyone but Jon and I leave the room. We shared a confused look. Had we done something wrong? Had Ned seen me making heart eyes at his bastard son and wanted me to stop? My heart was beating in fright, Ned could be lovely most of the time but he was still Warden of the North; I didn’t want to risk getting on his bad side.

As everyone filed out, Ned took a swig of his drink, waiting until he was positive that the room was clear. Everyone had looked as confused as we were. The doors made a loud noise as they closed, echoing around the hall which somehow raised the tension.

“Come closer, you two.” he ordered. We raised from our seats to the ones right next to his.“I have an announcement that concerns that both of you.”

We stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.

“(Y/N), your father’s message was very important and clear to me. We have been in contact for many months now, after all this time we have finally made a decision.”

Jon spoke up.“And what would that be father?”

Ned smiled a little.“You two are to be married, so that the Starks and Greyjoys may become better allies.”

The three of us sat in silence. Jon and I were both shocked, not expecting something like this.

Ned continued.“I know that this is surprising for the both of you. Just know that you’ll be doing a great deed for our houses.”

He then dismissed us, not wanting to say more on the matter. Though what was there to say? Jon and I had finally reunited after so many years and were know I’m an arranged marriage. However, this was Jon we were talking about. My father could have made me marry a man older than himself, a cruel one at that. Jon was definitely not like that. Exiting the room, we saw Theon leaning up against the wall, smirking; he had clearly been listening in.

“Marrying a bastard are we?” He started.

“It would seem so.” I replied.

“Seems like father really doesn’t think about you that much if he’s letting you marry him.” he gestured to Jon as if he were some sort of filthy animal.

“You’re always quick to jump to conclusions. I don’t see any women going after you, even the shores stay away. Now if you’ll excuse my betrothed and I, we have much to discuss.” and with that I dragged Jon away.

Just like before, we linked arms, walking in silence this time to my room. Before it felt lovely to be alone with him, now it felt a little awkward.

“Jon, I-”

“Thank you for saying those things to your brother.” he interrupted me.

I smiled.“I wasn’t just saying those things because he’s my brother. I meant it you know?”

He smiled too.“I’m so used to that kind of talk that I just ignore it.”

“Well, that’ll change soon enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to be married. I cant have my husband thinking less of himself than what he actually is.”

nice try | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by immortalle


written by: kelly

edited by: emma

anonymous said: hey rosie🎀 can you do one where jughead and the reader are dating and walking together and chuck and his gang comes up to them. chuck tries to make a pass at the reader but she says no and then they beat the reader up in front of jughead. have a nice day ❤️

note from kelly: hey guys. so we pretty much got the same request 3 times just worded differently, so i hope its okay if i change this one up a bit and make it a 2 part story about family, feuds and love. hope you enjoy :)

chapter song: american teen / khalid

i was the black sheep in the family.

there was no secret, i wasn’t like the rest of them. i was different and yet i still felt loved by everyone in my family, everyone except chuck that is.

chuck was my older brother. he was a year older than me and we were on completely different planets. 

he was popular.

i wasn’t.

he had a large group of friends.

i only had 3. 

it was never competition between chuck and i, because he would win. 

he was chuck. 

and i was y/n

“y/n! chuck! garret! come and get your lunch please!” my mother yelled from the other room, her voice booming throughout our otherwise quiet house.

for a small lady she certainly had a loud voice.

“im coming mom!” my younger brother garret responded, causing the beast to rise.

“g, shut up. you’re so loud.” chuck complains, his voice deeper and more scary in the morning.

“sorry chuck.” my little brother whined.

and with that, i grab my backpack and i head downstairs.

“morning mom.” i mumbled, still half asleep.

“hey baby, your fruit is in the fridge.” she replies, kissing me on the cheek. her sticky red lipstick almost gluing her lips to my face.

“sorry about that sweetie.” she giggles, licking her thumb and wiping the lipstick off of my face.

i see my brother sitting by the kitchen table, eating some cereal.

“morning chu-” 

“yeah.” he interrupts me mid greeting, clearly not interested.

“okay..” i roll my eyes. i shouldn’t even try.

“chuck, i need you to take your brother and sister to school.” mom recalled in passing. 

“what? why” chuck hesitated, looking at my mother and then over to me.

“all of the school bus drivers are on strike and- you know what? i don’t need to explain anything to you mr.” she states, placing her hands on her hips.

and that was that. garret and i were in chuck’s car, driving to school. it was a short drive to the elementary school, and once we dropped garret off we were on the way to riverdale high. 

riverdale high was a very complex school. lots of different cliques, lots of different personalities. over the summer things had shifted within the dynamics of the school. cheryl blossom showed some kind of vulnerability, which is strange because she had always been so stoned faced that i was completely convinced that she was a robot. so when she had her mental breakdown at the football game everyone was left quaking.

the most significant change though? jughead jones becoming a serpent, leaving our high school and moving back to the south side.

“what the fuck is he doing here?” chuck says to himself as he pulls into an empty spot.

“who?” i ask, looking over at him super confused.

“him.” chuck spits, his eyes filling with rage.

i glance over and i see jughead jones. hair slicked back, leather jacket hanging lazily off of one shoulder. cigarette behind one ear, hand placed firmly against a motorcycle.

good god.

jughead got..hot.

im totally staring. like i can’t look away. he was waiting for someone, but who?

“yo jones!” my brothers voice booms across the quad, alerting everyone.

as my brother walks closer to jughead, the ‘oohs” and ‘uhhs’ are audible from the student body, watching chuck walk along the path. 

“chuck don’t.” i plead, like he needed to get into any more fights.

“stay out of it.” he warns.

the crowd begins to separate as jughead turns around to face chuck. he looks over at chuck and then at me. it was like time stopped when we looked into one each other’s eyes. 

“heyyyy y/n.” jughead nods at me, his raspy voice sending shivers down my spine.

“hey jughead.” i wave awkwardly.

he steps forward, smiling at me. completely ignoring my very angry brother.

“step back donnie darko.” my brother voices, steping in front of me and between myself and jughead.

“oh come on chuck, i was talking to the pretty lady.” he remarks, smiling over at me again making my stomach flip.

“yeah, unfortunatley she’s not interested.” my brother chuckles.

“who said i’m not?” i pipe up, immediately regretting what i said.

the crowd all of a sudden burts up into gazes and whispers. the words exchanged between jughead and chuck now got personal. family was involved.

my brother was silent. staring at me, shocked.

i glance at jughead and he shoots a look back at me with a smirk.

“yeah y/n why don’t you shut the fuck up.” chuck swore, his words sharp.

“no, i’m okay.” i shrug.

the next few moments were a blur.

my brother turns around and faces me.

“you’re a fucking worthless piece of trash, im honestly ashamed to be related to you.” he scoffed.

all of a sudden there was a lump in my throat.

the crowd goes back to the ‘oohs’ and ‘uhhs’, i can even see cheryl laughing.

“but the irony of this is, you think that these people care what you have to say. they don’t. you’re a nobody and-”

before my brother could finish his speech on 101 reasons why y/n is a loser, i see him fly across the quad into a crowd of tstudents, landing right onto the floor. 

jughead lunges on top of chuck, throwing punches left right and centre. 

everyone runs to group around the two, except archie. he ran up to jughead and snatched him up off of my brother, leaving chuck lying on the floor.

“jug, cool down.” archie begs, trying to calm the serpent down. 

jughead looks over at me, his gaze intense. 

“nobody will ever talk to you like that again.” he says through heavy breathing,

i’m frozen in pure shock.

“i promise.” he says re-adjusting his leather jacket, getting onto his motorcycle.

from that day, i wasn’t aware of what i had just gotten myself into. a world full of sex, lies, drugs and what I knew was pure love.

part 2 coming soon..

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3am Hotel Visit Pt. 2

The bf had a habit of driving off before I made it to the door (rude, right?!) and that made me angry every time. But for once, I was glad he did that. Knowing he’d drive off before I got to the door, I walked slower. Sure enough he drove off. When I no longer saw his car, I turned around and made way to my car. I got in and realized i was a little cold and shaky, I was actually kind of nervous. I started the car and made my way to a hotel about 20 mins away. When I got there, everybody had left and it was just him and his brother. Ace, he was my weakness, I could never resist him. The three of us hung out for a bit and within a half an hour, Ace and I were in the washroom. I always wore skirts when I went out, in case I met up with him at the end of the night, we usually needed easy access. As he had me bent over in front of the sink and pulled my panties to one side to expose my bare pussy, i looked at myself in the mirror. I never thought I’d be the cheating type. I always hated cheaters. But now, I understood them and why they do it and it felt so good to be so bad. I felt him enter me and I stopped thinking all together. He was rough with me. That’s what I liked about him. He had a way of gripping and holding me that told me for that time, I was his, he always had control over me. He pulled my hair just right and called me his slut while he did. I thought about how I never thought I’d be cheating on my boyfriend in the washroom of a cheap hotel while the guy’s brother sat on the other side of the wall, watching tv and eating pizza. I though about how I was on his hard dick, bouncing up and down with my hands on a toilet tank. I thought about how dirty and slutty I felt. This feeling was addicting and unlike anything I ever felt. He grabbed my hair as he licked my lips and kissed me and I could feel him fuck me back as I bounced on him. I’d lean back and he rubbed my soaking wet pussy with one hand and grab my breast with the other. I kept thinking to myself that this other guy’s dick should not be inside me now. This was wrong. Thinking about how bad I was behaving made me fuck him even harder and I felt it coming. What felt like an explosion in my pussy made me scream loudly and I felt his hand cover my mouth as he reminded me his brother could hear. I told him I didn’t give a fuck and kept riding him hard, feeling every inch of him go in and out me fast and hard. I threw my head back and let myself go in pleasure as I started screaming louder. I came harder than I had I a while and I felt tired now. By he wasn’t quite done. He wrapped my legs around him and picked me up by my ass and threw me against the wall and started fucking me there, apparently no longer concerned about his brother. I love being fucked like this and he knew it drove me wild. I told him to keep fucking me, to make my pussy his and give me his cum, I wanted to taste it. He fucked me like that for a few minutes while he told me how he loved fucking me in public places like this. Then he let me go and told me to get on my knees, to which I obliged. I took him in my mouth and enjoyed tasting myself on his dick. I looked up at him and he started thrusting into my mouth deeper and deeper until I felt his warm explosion. I swallowed it as it came and sucked more out of him until he had no more to give. And then I kept sucking. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he told me to stop. I got back up and put my panties back into place before walking back into the room. When we walked out, his brother sat there smiling. I kissed Ace and said bye to his brother. As I made my way to my car, I could feel the stickiness in the panties. The thought of having had fucked two guys, one of which who wasn’t my boyfriend, one after the other was the biggest turn on I’d experienced. This cheating thing was starting to get really good and it was easy to pull off. I just might have to keep this up.