hello yes that is my boot

anonymous asked:

hello! can i get a mituna ampora (swapped with cronus)? i had a lot of bandaids on me and my hair was rlly messy and u couldnt see my eyes,, i wore black jeans and a pale yellow shirt and black boots and im pretty sure i had a pin of a bee somewhere?? bUT yes thank u in advance frien!!

:o33 can i kin someone out of respeck

yes hello as promised, have an updated height chart for your viewing pleasure 

fixed heights:
weiss: 4′11″
ruby: ~5′1″
blake: ~5′2″
yang: 5′7″

*note: blake & ruby are rounded up from half-inches, blake’s height was adjusted for v1 heel size, & yang’s height was also adjusted to account for her boots this time.

you’re welcome my friends now suffer with me 

BTS Reaction: Someone Flirting with You


He wouldn’t me explosive at all. He’d calmly walk up to the guy tug him away by his shoulder–that, he’d be a little rough doing–and look him in the eye.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re flirting with, and since anything further is gonna land you in a ditch, you should stop.”


He’d be vaguely annoyed, but he wasn’t worried or even borderline mad in the slightest. He knew you loved him and that whatever douchebag was talking to you right now posed no threat to your relationship.

“Hey, love, who’s this?” After you introduced the man as your friend from years ago, Jin politely introduced himself.


Nothing would even need to happen. He’d merely walk up to you and the guy would be sent running. Yoongi was fucking terrifying to the guy, and when you burst out laughing, he was so confused.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing, just… You’re awesome, babe.”


He’s not usually one for a confrontation, being the sunshine and moodmaker of the group, but the minute someone flirts with you knowing you were taken, is when he drops all the smiles.

“Hey, buddy, she told you, she’s taken.”

“What, by you?”

“Yes, by me, and I’m gonna kick your ass if you don’t get outta here in the next ten seconds.”


Like a sunshine some of you may know, he’d be a sort of fake sweet about it.

“Ah, hello mister. I know my girlfriend looks very nice tonight, but that doesn’t mean you can touch her. Thank you!”


This mofo would do all Batman on the poor guy. Looming figure, deep voice, and a possessive hand on your waist to boot.

“Don’t make me kick your ass, fucker. This is my girlfriend, not someone you can take home and fuck. Now get outta here before I make you get outta here.”


He’s having none of this bullshit.

He’d grab you by the waist with one arm, lift you up onto his shoulder and carry you out of the bar, your half empty drink be damned. He’d effortlessly switch you around so he was carrying you bridal style. “You’re mine, you know that right? Not his, not anyone else’s, mine.”

Feel free to leave a request in my inbox! I’m quite bored and would love to have something to write!



“Hey now, be careful with that, I wouldn’t want you to shoot yourself by accident… Here, that’s how you hold a gun.”

*throws glitter in the air*

Buddy System (Jumin x MC)

A young Jumin finds another child lost in his neighborhood. 

Word Count: 1077

I haven’t got much else to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a spectacular day! Thank you!


Jumin stepped outside from his family’s home, his father worriedly wrapping the coat around him once more. “It’s rather chilly Jumin, I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

He was just a child, yet still an odd coldness and distance beginning to grow around him.

He nodded faintly, tilting his head up to face his father.

“Be back before sundown, okay?” 

“Yes, sir.” He buttoned his coat, the wool gnawing at his skin. 

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

“Okay, be good.” 

His father gave a brief wave before closing the door behind him, Jumin walking about aimlessly. 

There hadn’t been much to do with V off with family and such, but it provided a sense of stability and peace that he often didn’t find at home. 

Yet he’d be lying to say that the loneliness didn’t bother him.

However, that quickly changed as he caught sight of someone just across the street, calling out timidly.

It was you.

Had he known it was you then, he would’ve rushed over as if his life depended on it.

But he merely stared, curious until you eventually shifted your gaze to him.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, gasping. “Hi! Can you help me?”

You rushed forward, the bottoms of your boots scraping against the slick street. 

“Hello?” You softened your tone, frowning. “Can you help me?” 

“With what?” He asked, stone-faced.

“I’m…I’m lost.” You fiddled with your fingers, the knuckles paler with the winter air. 

“Where did you last see your mother? Are you from here?” 

“Um…no. My mother and I were just taking a walk here…and we got separated.” You sniffled, scrunching up your nose. “I don’t really know where she went.” 

“And you want me to help you…?” He tipped his head a bit perplexed. 

“Yes, if you’re o-okay with t-that.” You murmured, giving a pleading expression. “I-I’ll leave you alone after that-I’m just…scared.” 

A pang of guilt smacked him at your words, a small sigh slipping from his lips. “No, no it’s fine. I’ll help.” 

He removed his gloves, giving them to you. “Try to stay warm. I don’t really know how long we may be out here searching.” 

“Y-You don’t think m-my mom forgot about m-me did she?” 

“I wouldn’t think so.” He shook his head. “I’m sure it was just an accident.” 

“T-Thank you…” You tried to come up with his name, looking up as you found you never learned it. 

“Jumin. My name is Jumin Han.” 

“I’m MC. Nice to meet you!” You smiled warmly reaching out with your hand to shake his. 

He returned the gesture, furrowing his brow. “So um…where did you last see your mom?”

“Over there.” You pointed at the far end of the neighborhood, the trees twisting about one another to almost form a roof of sorts. 

“Alright, just-stay close.” He said, beginning to trudge forward.

You linked your arm with his, Jumin’s breath hitching as his face suddenly switched to pink.

“Buddy system!” You exclaimed, cracking a small grin. “My teachers say it’s always a good way to not get lost!” 

“Y-Yes I-I guess it is.” He swallowed hard, trying to steady his own rapid heartbeat. 

“Don’t you have a buddy?” 

You began to walk, the ice somehow seeming more slippery than ever. 

“Do you mean a friend?”


“I do have one. His name is V.”

“Where is he?”

“Off with family. Other than that I don’t really have anyone else.” 

“You’ve got me!” You cried, almost bouncing with your next step. “Once a buddy, always a buddy.” 


“We’re friends silly!” 

“We are?” 

“Of course!” You took his hand and gave a small squeeze. 

“Of course…” He repeated the phrase, a small smile tugging at his lips for the first time in what felt like centuries. “I like that.” 

“The saying or the fact that we’re friends?”


You grinned, the two of you continuing to chatter here and there until you approached the end of the street, beginning to yell out.

“Mom!” You yelped. “Mom!” 

“Hello?” He called, raising his voice by the moment. “Hello?”


Nothing was returned, eventually, the two of you sitting down on the sidewalk.

“Did she leave…?” You whimpered, sinking back. 

“No, I’m sure she didn’t.” Jumin attempted to comfort you, wrapping an arm around you. “Maybe she’s just lost too.” 

“Right…right okay.” You looked up to him, wiping at the small tears brimming at your eyes. “Thank you Jumin.” 

“Oh…you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t know why you don’t have too many friends. You’re pretty neat to me.” 

“You think so?” 


He opened his mouth to speak, yet before he could respond another voice bounced outwards excitedly. 

“MC? Honey?” A voice erupted out, an older woman racing outwards, clinging to her coat. “MC?” 

The woman sprinted forward, ducking down and wrapping you in her arms. “Oh, sweetheart I’m so glad you’re okay!” 

You let out a small squeak of excitement, clinging to your mother. 

Your mother leaned back, examining Jumin. “Who’s this?”

“My new friend Jumin! He helped me find you!” 

“Was that your voice I heard with MC?” She asked, raising a brow.

He nodded, unable to come up with any proper response. 

“Thank you Jumin.” She patted his shoulder, smirking. “Be sure to tell your family what a little hero you are.”

“Y-Yes ma’am.” 

He watched as the two of you left, a small sadness growing in his chest at the idea of you leaving yet a warmth bloomed as you turned back.

“Bye buddy!” 

He gave a small wave, a crooked grin tugging up. 


And even as the years passed, he never forgot your bright and gentle words.

And when you happened to accidentally stumble into the RFA messenger, he knew he met again with the same person who he found lost.

Yet this time, you were the one to find him.

And you were what he had always been searching for.

Is it that obvious?  (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Requested by the lovely @sunnylilac : Can you do an FP Jones one? Where you’re around 25 and you put your dreams on hold to help a dying family member, that lives in the trailer park. You don’t really know much about the town but when you catch FP’s eye he will gladly show you around and give you a good time. It can always contain smut😊😊

Sorry for the wait, hope that the 8  pages make up for it :) <3  (smut at the end)

“Oh for fucks sake!” A young girl in her mid 20’s cursed at her phone as she got out of her little car. The GPS stopped working 5 minutes ago and now she was  a 100%  sure she was lost.

She  pulled out her purse, digging in it to find an actual map. Once she finally found it, she opened it up on the hood of her car, looking down at it, feeling even more lost.

She felt a smile spread across her face as she saw a red truck pull over besides her car. “Thank god, actual people.”

“You seem lost.” A  tall,  dark haired man in his late 40’s or maybe early 50’s, said as he got out of his car and walked over to her. He had such swagger in his walk that made him look younger than he was.

“Is it that obvious?” The girl smiled flipping her hair before straightening up and walking over to him. “I’m Y/N.” She offered him her hand which he took with a smirk.

“Nice to meet you. You can call me FP.”

“Well FP, it seems like you’re destined to be my savior today. Do you by any chance know how i could get  to Riverdale and further more a place called.. South side?” She questioned him looking down at her phone to read off the exact name.

“Yeah, I’m heading there, so if you want you can just follow my car and I’ll get you where you need to go.” FP said that breath taking smirk still on his lips.

“That would mean the world to me.”   She said with a joyful smile on her face.

“Alright. Wanna tell me where exactly you’re heading?” The man asked as she started to close up her map.

“I’m going to be staying with my aunt, she lives on the Marcus’ park at the very end.”

“Ah, Nancy?”

“Yeah. Since her husband died she needs someone to take care of her. And  i guess that’s me.” She smiled as she threw her purse and the map back in to the car.

“I see.” He nodded. “Ready?”

“Yeah, thanks again.” She smiled and both of them walked in to their cars, FP, driving of with Y/N close behind him.

He couldn’t help but think about the girl driving behind her. She was so young and so beautiful. Yet there was something about her that made her different in some way. The way she carried herself the way she smiled.

Coincidentally the girl behind him was thinking the same thing about the man who saved the day.

He could almost be her dad, yet she couldn’t stop thinking about how his hand felt in hers, how his hand would feel caressing her face as his lips gazed over her, his scruff starching her  soft skin. Or how his hand would feel sliding down her naked back as his body would be pressed against hers… “No!” She had to stop her before her mind took her to an even more inappropriate place. She shook her head trying to focus on the road and not the handsome guy in the truck in front of her.

“What’s wrong with you?” She whispered to herself as she saw a sign that read ‘Welcome to Riverdale.’

The truck in front of her took a left turn, so she mimicked him and in about 2 minutes they both came to a stop.

She got out of her car just as FP did the same. He walked over to her. “Thank you so much, i wouldn’t be able to get here without you.” She smiled.

“It’s no problem.” He waved his hand as if it was nothing.  “That’s your aunt’s trailer.” He ponied to the  very last trailer in a row of others.

“Thank you, let me make it up to you.” She smiled looking up at him. “How about i buy you a drink? Please, it’s the least i can do.”

“Sure.” He let out a chuckle, knowing she won’t back down until he accepts. Not that he minded. Spending more time with this beautiful girl, no one would complain.

“Yay, so where to?” She asked, remembering that she has no idea where anything is in this town.

“Across the street. It’s a small bar called The   Whyte Wyrm.” He said  as they started to walk.

But four steps later Y/N stepped in a weird way and lost balance. She would without a doubt  have fallen, and probably broke her nose, if it wasn’t for FP who caught her.

“You sure you’re up for a drink?” He joked, setting her back on her feet, but keeping his hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah, believe it or not, I’m less clumsy when I’m drunk than sober.” She said walking close to him as they both laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded before entering the bar he previously pointed at.

“FP, the usual?” A guy that was probably the same age as Y/N asked soon after the duo sat down behind the bar.


“And what can I get you, beautiful?” The guy turned to Y/N who smiled at him, before asking FP what the usual was.

“Beer and a shot of Whiskey.” He said shortly, glaring at the younger guy.

“I’ll have the usual as well then.” She said, her smile still playing on her lips.

“Coming right up.’'  The guy said and walked away.

’'So i take it you come here often?” She turned to the man who she came here with.

“That obvious?” He said in the same tone she did before, when he  asked her if she’s lost, making her laugh.

“Well not everyone has the privilege of having ’'the usual”.“ She winked as the guy from before handed them their drinks.


“Cheers.” She said as they clicked their shots, drinking them and washing them down with a sip of beer.

“So how come you decided to come help your aunt out?”

“Well i finished uni last year and worked at a local shelter for a year and then i got the news that his husband passed away. Her son is god knows where, so i felt bad for the woman.”

“You just doped everything and moved here?” He asked, surprised.

“Pretty much.” She nodded. “I know, it’s crazy, but i can build my career anywhere, so why not here, I’m sure i will be able to find a job soon enough, so i will be able to help her out while I’m here.”

“Wow.” He said, clearly impressed.

“So, you’re a local here?” She turned the conversation towards him, curious to find out more about the mysterious man who she literally met in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah, born and raised.” He said, taking a sip of his beer. “I live a couple trailers west of your aunt’s trailer.”

“Oh, do you live alone?”


“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to prey.” She quickly apologized, noticing the changed expression on his face as she asked him that.

“That’s okay. My wife, packed her things, took my daughter and moved away. And my son is living with his friend.” He said, surprising himself. She was just so easy to talk to.

“Oh I’m so sorry,  that must of been a big hit for you.” She reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. And for some reason that brought a small smile to his face.

“Yeah, but it was a long time ago. And it was probably for the best.”

“Everything has a reason, right?”

“I guess so.” He said smiling at her optimism. “So what kind of jobs will you be applying for?”

“I was thinking, that i should go ask if any of the schools need a  counselor or something like that. If not, i might just take up being a waitress. That’s how i got trough 5 years of university so, I’m pretty good at making cocktails and purring shots.” She winked.

“Makes sense. You seem to be a people’s person.” He said smiling at their touching hands.

They continued to talk for over an hour before Y/N’s phone rang.

“Excuse me.” She smiled at him before picking up her phone without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello.” She answered “Oh hey auntie Nancy.”

Then silence. FP took that time to study the girl in front of him. She wore a floral sundress that reached the middle of her thighs. Giving the dress an hour glass shape, was a big red belt positioned at her natural waist. The whole outfit complimented by black ankle high heel boots that matched her leather jacked with rolled up sleeves. Her face was pale and round, framed by wonderful long hair. She wore simple yet glamorous (for Riverdale at least) make up.

“Yes I’m here, I’ll bring my bags there in a minute. Stay put, okay?” And with that she hang up her phone.

“I’m sorry I have to go. It was really nice talking to you.” She said pulling out her wallet and paying for the drinks before he could try to object.

“Do you need help with your bags?” He asked, offering her his hand  which she gratefully took.

“I don’t wanna bother you.” She smiled.

“It’s no bother.” He said as they walked out of the bar. It was already dark.

“Okay.” She smiled and nodded. “I would really appropriate that. I have to warn you tho. I have a lot of clothes, which means a lot of baggage.”

“I wouldn’t suspect anything else.” He said, his arm making its way around her waist. “Safety first.” He said as they walked over the spot where she tripped before.

“Okay take what you can.” She smiled as she opened the car doors.

“Of course, princess.” He said with a smirk as he took four suitcases in his arms, making the girl raise an eyebrow at him as she took two and was  hardy able to keep them in her hands.

It only took them 2 trips from the car to the trailer before they were finished. 

“Thank you.” She smiled at the man in front of her. “How will i ever  be able to repay you?”

“Let me buy you a drink tomorrow.” Was all he said before wrapping his hand around her waist and hugging her goodbye.

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled before walking inside.

The rest of the night was pretty busy for her. She unpacked all of her bags and talked to her aunt.  She was getting old and could hardly do anything on her own.

Around 3AM she finally showered and got to bed. Well couch. There was only one bed and that one was her aunt’s. So she had to sleep on the couch which was very uncomfortable. But after a whole day of driving and cleaning she fell asleep the second her head touched the pillow.

“Good morning auntie.” She said with a cheerful smile, helping the old lady out of bed and making both of them breakfast. As her aunt ate she got dressed in a black tight high waisted pencil skirt in to which she tucked a white dress shirt, finishing the look of with black high heal shoes. She put on her usual brown eye shadow and black eyeliner with a dark nude lipstick.

“Here we go.” Y/N said as she helped the old lady to the other couch and turned on the TV.  “I’ll be gone for a couple of hours, okay?”

The old woman nodded as the girl took her purse and walked out of the trailer.

She most differently didn’t look like someone who lived in a trailer park. Once in her car she put on her glasses and put her hair in a neat bun before driving to the Riverdale high school.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L, I called last night for the job interview.” She smiled, fixing her glasses as she waited for the lady to tell her where to go.

“Second door on the left.”

“Thank you.” She walked to the door she was directed to and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L, I’m here for the job interview.” She said again. this time to the old grey man sitting behind a big wooden desk.

“Ah, the  counselor, right?” He said reaching out his hand for her to shake.

“Yes, sir.”

“Please, sit.”

“Thank you.” She smiled before sitting down and reaching in to her purse. “Here’s my resume and everything you need to know.”

The man took her papers and started reading them. “Impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you be able to start working tomorrow?” He asked.

“Of course!” She said happy that she found a new job.

“You would be working 4 hours a day, mostly taking care of special needs kids and probably taking a lot of students who are still griefing for their lost fried, Jason Blossom.” He told her a bit about what happened to the teenager not long before her arrival.

“Thank you, i guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She smiled before shaking his hand and walking out.

She drove back to the south side where she, as soon as she got out of the car, saw FP.

“Hey!” She smiled, locking the car and walking in his direction.

“Y/N?” He looked the girl up and down. “Wow, you cleaned up nicely.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, doing a small twirl. “So guess what?” She said  walking over to him, hugging him as a greeting.

“What?” He smirked, after pulling away from the hug and leaning back against his trailer.

“I got the job!” She smiled with excitement.

“Wow congrats!” He said hugging her again, this time tighter, almost lifting her off the ground. Making her giggle.

“We need to celebrate.” She said remembering his invitation from last night.

“Yes. Come in, i have a couple of beers in the fridge.” He said opening the door, letting her walk up the small steps in to his trailer.  He bit his lip, as he saw her ass in that tight little skirt sway from side to side when the walked up the stairs. He quickly followed her. Closing the doors behind them.

“Y/N?” He said making her turn around.

“Yea-” She was cut off by his lips pressed on hers. She stood frozen for a second, surprised.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t of done that.” He pulled away when he realized she didn’t react.

“No. You should of done that sooner.” She smiled stepping forward, titling her head up and pressing her lips against his. Kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He quickly wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up with ease.  “Lets celebrate then.” He said as carried her over to his bedroom, letting her back on her feel before sitting down on his bed with her standing between his  legs

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He said almost enchanted as he ran his hands along her soft curves, paying special attention to her hips and ass. He turned her around and she let him. FP quickly unzipped her skirt pulling it down and revealing a black lace tons covering her privates. 

He let out a low growl before grabbing and spanking her ass making her let out a soft whimper. She decided to speed things up and took off her shirt, before turning around, revealing a matching lace bra. She straddled his lap and started to unbutton his his shirt as he continued to squeeze and spank her ass. Soon his shirt joined hers on he floor.

“These,” She said motioning to his pants. “need to go.”

“As you wish princess.” He said, lifting her up and flipping them around so she was on her back and he was able to stand up. In less than a second his pants were on the floor and his erection spring up against his stomach. “Your turn.” He said motioning to her bra.

She quickly unclasped it and threw it somewhere behind him as he took off her thong.

He leaned down, kissing her soft stomach, leaving a trail of kisses down to her hip then her thigh, his beard scratching her, somehow making everything feel even better. 

Finally his lips found the spot where she needed him the most.

“Yes!” She moaned out, her fingers finding themselves in his hair tugging on it lightly.

His hand traveled up to her breast, massaging it gently as his tongue was working  miracles oh her clit.

“FP! I need you!” She almost begged.

“Anything for you, princess.” He said bringing herself on top of her, leaning down and kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. And a second later he was slowly pounding in and out of her making her eyes roll back. Due to his size and the way he moved, his slow movements felt better than anything she has ever felt before. But slowly he started to pick up the speed, making her wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, wanting to feel more of him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving in the rhythm he lead.

“Yes, just like that.” She moaned out, pleasure written all over her face and a minute later she was moaning out his name as he helped her ride out  her orgasm.

The final shakes of her orgasm passing just as his thrusts started to become sloppy and uneven. “Come FP, cum for me.” She whispered biting on his neck as he hit his climax, a mix of low groans and moans filled the room they were in.

Collapsing next to her he wrapped her in his arms, both of them having  content smiles on their faces.

“Now this is a celebration.” She smiled, making them both laugh, still breathing heavily.



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Chris&Eva #15

This was requested. "Am I allowed to eat pizza in this dress or do I need to take this off?“


Another party, another make out session in the darkest part of the room, another attempt at pretending that these kisses meant nothing, but this time they didn’t pull apart as soon as the party ended, this time their kisses continued in the backseat of the cab all the way to Eva’s house, Eva felt like she was floating, like she was there, but at the same time she was somewhere else. His lips full and soft, his hands warm on her back, in her hair, stroking her face and then she felt her stomach grumble, they pulled apart, Eva’s eyes wide, she felt her cheeks getting warmer. There was a moment of silence and then Chris laughed and Eva laughed with him.

"I guess it’s time for midnight snack?” Chris asked, his eyes were full of warmth, there wasn’t any trace of his usual flirtiness, small smile played on his lips.
“I think it’s way past midnight,"Eva replied, taking out phone of her coats pocket,"Yes, it’s 2AM. I don’t think there is anything edible in my fridge, since I am not much of a cook,” Eva felt embarrassed telling him that, she was 17 years old and she couldn’t even make herself with a decent omlet, she either burned it or put too much salt in it.
“Takeout it is then,” he said with a laugh, taking out his phone and dialing a number “ Hello, we would like to order two pizzas. Toppings?” He turned questioningly to Eva.
“Pepperoni, cheddar, mushrooms, paprika, ” she said, took off her boots, and went into the kitchen to make both of them two cups of hot cocoa. This all felt very new, strange and… exciting? This was the first time that he was in her house, if they left party together it , they always went to Chris’s apartment, that he lived in after William left for London, precisely to his bedroom, had sex, and Eva left before Chris had the chance to wake up.Last thing she wanted was awkwardness that would follow after they woke up. Now, however, he had ordered pizza and she had made two cups of hot steaming cocoa for them to drink. She came into living room and saw Chris watching and episode of Game of Thrones.

“I made us both hot cocoa,” she said, handing him the mug.
“What? No marshmallows?” Chris asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Eva lightly hit the back of his head and sat on the armchair placing her feet on the coffe table, “I don’t put marshmallows in my cocao,"Eva replied with a shrug.
"You’re kidding right? Hot cocoa without marshmellows, that’s just sacrilege !” He exclaimed, in mock horror, placing his hand over his heart. So dramatic. So adorable
Just as Eva was about to deliver a witty comeback,  when the doorbell rang and Chris jumped to his feet and said that he was going to get it. Eva tried to relax and think about it as two friends hanging out, but obviously that wasn’t the case, yes, they were friendly to each other in school, but after he graduated and they only met in random parties, it wasn’t just friendly interactions.  It started with few drunken kisses and few parties later Eva was sneaking out of Chris’s apartment at 4 AM.
Chris came into the living room carrying two boxes of pizza, Eva could smell the divine scent of melted cheese from accross the room and her stomach grumbled approvingly. As soon as Chris placed both pizza boxes on coffee table, Eva snatched her’s and opened it greedily. She heard Chris laugh, but she was so hungry, that she didn’t care.
From the corner of her eye, Eva noticed Chris placing box on his lap  and taking out a massive slice of pizza out, tomato sauce was dripping down on the box and Eva almost yelled when one of the drops almost landed on her mother’s expensive couch.

“If a one drop of sauce lands on this couch, you are going to be the one to clean it up, Schistad,” Eva warned him, there was no way she was going to clean up after him.
“Don’t worry, Mohn. I always clean up the messes I make,” he said, giving her a  cocky smirk. A memory of one of the nights they shared together flashed through Eva’s mind, her hands gripping his hair and guiding him lower, him spreading her legs apart, their heavy breaths, purple bruises on her hipbones and other… more intimate places as well. She felt a heat in her core, if that’s how he wanted to play it, so be it.
She stood and came over to where he was sitting, leaned in, so that he had a great view of her breast and softly whispered, “Am I allowed to eat pizza in this dress or do I need to take this off?” She felt him go stiff and his hands reach of her, but she pulled away before  they could reach her, “I will take that as a no, so I will go change,” and with that said, she walked out of the living room.
She was about to unzip the dress, when she felt one hand on her waist and other pulling down the zipper. His soft lips were gently kissing her neck and automaticaly her hand was in his hair , pulling him closer. Fuck, it felt so good.
“The pizza will get cold,” Eva muttered.

“Let it, it’s not the pizza I am craving at the moment,” he murmured, his hands pulling her dress down. It was early in the morning and Chris’s hot breath tickled Eva’s neck,  one of his hands wraped around her waist, this was usually the moment when she would leave, but this was her house, so she didn’t have to. She knew that she should probably wake Chris up and make him leave, but he looked so calm and somehow younger, more innocent, that she decided that one night  sharing the same bed wouldn’t change anything.  At least she hoped that  it wouldn’t.

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2. Oh, hi, hello there. Yes, I am doing this again. No, I don’t make money off this (although I should, I’m losing brain cells for the good of humanity). You’re all welcome, by the way
3. About the book: “E L James offers a fresh perspective on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the world.” – it’s not fresh, it’s literally the same book, only written from a “different perspective” or whatever. That is not fresh, that is “let me make some money writing the same thing wow go me i is smart writer cookie for me”
4. It’s funny that in the About the author page, there’s no mention about E.L.James’ previous “thriller with a supernatural twist”. It’s almost like… she can’t write anything else *gasp*
5.I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that—flawless—and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.” – here we go again *sigh* *bangs head against wall just to be prepared*

6. What normal person thinks something like that the second that they meet someone? It’s like: “yes, hi, hello, nice to meet you, I wonder how you’d look if I beat you with a cane, yes the weather is nice today fancy a walk?”
7.A bashful, bookish type, eh? She looks it: poorly dressed, her slight frame hidden beneath a shapeless sweater, an A-line brown skirt, and utilitarian boots.” – I feel offended on behalf of all bookish people. Who says we can’t dress fancy or whatever?? Fuck you Christian.

8.It occurs to me that I could refine her motor skills with the aid of a riding crop.” – what the fuck. My dude. No. Step away from the equipment. Have some hot chocolate. Hug a puppy. And therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. Also, I dare you all to read that sentence with a straight face.
9. He’s calling her baby and sweetheart in his inner monologue and I can’t help but squirm because it’s sooooooo creepy.

13.her mouth needs training, and I imagine her on her knees before me” – yes, this book is as eloquent as its predecessors
14. Anastasia asking Christian if he’s gay sends him in a whirlwind of “omg how dare sheeeeeee, the HORROR, the BLASPHEMY”. Christian isn’t very confident in his masculinity, apparently. Also, fyi, being gay isn’t the worst thing on the planet, author.
15.I want to flog and fuck this girl in my playroom.” – I regret this endeavour that I dared take. No, really, pulling out my own nails would be more pleasant. Medieval torture sounds so much more fun than this.
16. Yeah, I’ll give you a second to get over that visual.
17. Of course he’s doing a background check on her because that’s totally normal. Background checks aren’t sexy, they’re creepy and invasive. This has been a PSA for Christian.
18.So here I am, an ass” – yes, you are accurate, very good here’s a gold star
19.I’m now behaving like a stalker” – 2 for 2 Christian, attaboy!
20. His inner monologue is so pretentious and…ugh, how can I explain this properly… it’s like a dudebro learned how to utter proper sentences
21. Kinda like this: “I’m manly and awesome, let’s DO THIS GAME ON MOTHAFUCKAAAASS *all the exclamation points*” But, you know, more articulate
22.My cock twitches in response” – so this is what I’m getting in exchange for all the “down there” monologue from the previous books. FML.

23. The amount of times he’s thought of flogging her is becoming nauseating
24.It’s coarser and chafes more if you struggle against it…my rope of choice.” – bro, no. Like, no. This is not okay. He’s actively looking for things that hurt more. This book is hurting me. Time to bring out the big guns:

25. Ana being able to tie and roll up some rope is oh so impressive to Christian, as if women are incompetent squirrels.
27. I shit you not, it’s probably what went on in Christian’s tiny sex addled brain
28.Get your fucking paws off her”. – I fucking told y’all
29. I know he’s staking a claim and telling me to back off” – oh my actual god, you’re human people get over this primeval behaviour
30.In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.” – sooooo romantic *gags repeatedly*
31. I’m only on page 30 hahahahahaha ahahahahahaha hahahahahaha
32. Pray for me

Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, Fifty Shades Freed masterpost

part 7 - love bunnies (a dream daddy fic)

7:40 p.m. it’s the night before the neighborhood party. joseph and i spent our free time during the past week spreading word of the event and advertising it in the local shops. yesterday i stopped by mary’s new apartment to check it out and help her with the decorations. she seemed to be doing just fine—spectacular, in fact. she made an extra amount just in case! i guess she really can be trusted to handle a large task.

I decide to spend time outside for once, since the weather is so suitable for such an endeavor. I bring a cup of hot tea and a word jumble packet out onto my front porch and sit down. The cool autumn air chills my skin, yet comforts me at the same time. I set my things down and run back inside to quickly grab a light sweater. I start unscrambling.

As I get caught on this one particularly difficult jumble, “randeetmne”, I hear my phone wildly buzzing from inside. I feel stumped, so I decide to give it a break and investigate the ruckus. Text messages jump onto my phone screen with rapid succession.

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Between Us- 4 At Night

Between the two of us, I know you’re a demon. I can feel it just like you can. What- Oh. I see, well you aren’t a bad person because of your past. My past is rather bloody too, but we can’t let it hold us back. We both still have that fire in us, mon petit lion. Yes, I did just call you a little lion. Hey, don’t laugh, I mean it. You are like a lion. Explain? Okay. Well, you’re calm, you’re beautiful but there’s a fierceness to you that leaves me quaking in my boots… You’re welcome, I meant it.

Now.. Just between the.. Oh hell, uhm, it’s not just two of us, there are alot of you. Uh.. Hello. Look at you all, mon petit étoiles, you are all.. Magical. Look at those souls, they shine so beautifully.

As much as I’d love to keep complimenting all of you, you need to rest. Sleep well.

Hit ‘Em Where It Hurts

A/N: I saw this post and couldn’t help writing this right away. It doesn’t follow the prompt completely but hope you like it @rinnship ;) This also includes Aria from SLYMI but its not required reading. Hope you enjoy!

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Hit ‘Em Where It Hurts

“Run those numbers by me again,” Rae Nelson said, mobile held to her ear. She held her pen at the ready and started making notes. Seconds later, the door burst open, fourteen-year old Aria tumbling through. Rae dropped the phone at the sight of tears streaming down her face. Before she could say anything, Aria ran from the room, sprinting up the stairs. Rae fumbled for the phone.

Shit–Drew, I’ll call you back,” Rae ignored his next words, tapping the end button before heading for the stairs. Rae could hear Aria’s cries from the staircase and felt her heart constrict. What in the bloody hell happened?

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I don't know if you do these, but can I request something loaded with angst?


“Hey, who’s calling?”

“Alfred, is that you?”


“Oh my god, it worked…”

Alfred stood still and listened to the guy crying.

It was autumn. Pumpkin-spiced lattes, thick scarves, bonfires in the distance, rain on the window, leather boots and fingerless gloves. Alfred was dressed to combat the cold. Every morning, he took the train 40 minutes south to his university town to study, and every evening, he took the train 40 minutes north to his home town to fall asleep. At 5pm, his backpack felt heavy, and the taste of his gum had worn out. He chewed it one last time, spat it out in a bin, and returned to his phone.

“Who’s this?” he asked, and the crying on the other end subsided.

“You’ll never have to know,” the guy spoke. His voice was frail. There was noise in the background - not music, more like an echo. An empty, hollow echo, the kind you get in public restrooms at night when no one else is there.

Alfred frowned and took off his glasses. He rubbed his eyes in the sleeve of his jacket. “Listen, man, I don’t know who you were trying to call-”

“I called you, and I got you. I can’t believe I got through to you.”

“-but I’m not it,” Alfred said.

“But you are, Alfred. Alfred Jones.”

At the mention of his last name, Alfred bit his inner cheek and narrowed his eyes. He put his glasses back on and slowly glanced around the station. Across from him, a couple walked the platform. Neither were on their phone. To his right, a businessman was reading the paper. He licked his fingers, turned the page to the comics, and laughed quietly. “What?”

“Alfred Jones. That’s your name. You’re the one I wanted, and I got you. I can undo all of this. This is perfect.”

“Who are you?”

“Sorry, I’m Arthur. That’s.. that’s all I can say. I’m Arthur.”

“You know my last name, but you won’t say yours?”

“I’m sorry, it’s better this way.”

“Is this a prank call?” Alfred breathed more easy at the thought. He straightened up and smiled, “Gilbert, right? I knew it! You’re such a fucking loser.”

“Gilbert is at Elisabeth’s, and you know it. She wouldn’t let him prank you,” the voice, Arthur, spoke.

Alfred’s hold around the phone tightened. “You know Gilbert?”

“I know all of your friends, Alfred. I used to be one.”

A train rolled up to the platform on the other side. Its engine groaned. For two minutes, it stood still, then, with a roar, it took off again. The couple was gone. Alfred glanced up at the sky and noted the stars had started to come out.

“What are you, some.. crazy ex-friend?”

“No, that’s the point. We’ll never be friends. We’ll never meet.”

“Look, I’m about to hang up-” Alfred threatened, but he was cut short by Arthur’s laugh.

“You never hang up on people. You can’t even hang up on sales calls!”

“That’s not true!”

“Remember when you bought a years worth of dog food? - and you didn’t even have a dog!”

Alfred smiled. “Oh yeah, that was pretty dumb. Wait, how’d you know?”

“I told you,” Arthur said, his voice gentle, “I used to be a friend. I used to be your partner.”

A chill ran down Alfred’s spine. He started sweating. How can you sweat when you’re cold, he wondered. Yet he did - patches were forming under his arms, and he started pacing the platform, unnerved.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend,” he added, “I’m not even-”

“Maybe you won’t. I don’t know. Most likely you will. We won’t meet, I won’t get to know.”

“What do you mean, we won’t meet? If you know me so well, we must’ve met!”

“Oh, we have,” Arthur said.

“You’re not making sense.”

“Today is Tuesday the seventeenth of August, 2015. In five minutes, we will meet. I will come on your right. I’m taking the train to the airport. I’m catching a plane home. On the ride, we will talk, we will exchange phone numbers, and I will make you feel things you never thought possible.” Arthur spoke with confidence.

Alfred started pacing the platform with more rapid steps.

“We will chat. On Skype. On Facebook. You’ll upload private Youtube videos, just for me. We will fall in love. We will fall in love deep. And we will never separate. Not in spirit, anyway. It’ll be our downfall.”

“Why?” Alfred asked. His voice came out weak and dry. “What do you mean, downfall?”

“You will die.”

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Lucifer's Wings: part 6

Description: The reader and Lucifer are soulmates

Pairing: Luciferxreader

Other parts: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Originally posted by phanreplay

“Sam?” He smirks and shakes his head no.

“No sweetheart it’s me,” he gets out of bed as he talks, “It’s me baby, Lucifer.” I look at him in confusion.

“Wait, what?” I look down at my feet and then back up to him. He tries to grab my hand but I pull it out of his reach.

“You see, my one chosen vessel is, was, Sam,” Lucifer spoke, “Sam really cares about you. I can hear his thoughts. They’re really quite annoying though. My only question is, do you love him back?” I hesitate to answer.

“No,” I finally answer him. He smirks; he knows I lied.

“Really? Then why do you care so much that I possessed him?” Lucifer questions me. I don’t know what to say.

“Get out of him!” I yell at him, pointing a finger at him. He laughs.

“Sweatheart, you don’t scare me-”

“Get out of him or leave,” I say without thinking, “Or I’ll leave.” I see the hurt on his face. But it is quickly replaced with an obviously fake smile.

“Fine. I’ll leave. But I promise you one thing. You’ll want me back, I know it,” and just like that he’s gone. I fall to the ground and start to cry. Why did I send him away, I ask myself. I stand back up.

“The fight between Michael and Lucifer. That’s where I gotta go,” I say out loud to myself. I grab my phone and dial Chuck’s phone number. It rings a few times before he answers.


“Hey Chuck. Where is the fight between Michael and Lucifer? I know you know.”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Dean. High noon, tomorrow at Stull Cemetery.” I think for a second to figure out where that was.

“In Lawrence?”

“Yes. I wish you the beat of luck. And I’m sorry about Sam. And Lucifer.“

“Thanks Chuck.”

“No problem Y/N.” He hangs up and I get dressed. I put on one of Dean’s old flannels and a Guns N Roses shirt underneath with blue jeans a combat boots. I grab my jacket and keys and walk out of the door. I slide into my car and start driving to Lawrence.

When I get to Lawrence I see Dean’s Impala pull out and speed down a road. I speed up and follow him. He drives into the cemetery. He stops his car and gets out and starts to talk with Michael and Lucifer. I get out and walk to stand next to Dean.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer and Dean ask me at the same time. I look at lucifer’s icy eyes, they show pain.

“I’m here to save Sam from you,” I snap back at him. He looks hurt, but that’s the least of my worries. Sam was at the top of my list.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Bobby and Cas walk up. 

“Hey, Ass-butt!” Cas throws a bottle of burning holy oil at Michael. Within a moment he’s gone.  

“Ass-butt?” Dean asks. 

“He’ll be back – and upset – but you got your five minutes,” Cas reassured Dean. Lucifer walks a little towards Cas.

“Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?” Lucifer asks Castiel. Cas shrugs.

“Uh…no?” Castiel takes a step back from Lucifer. 

“No!” I scream at Lucifer as he raises his hand and snaps his fingers. Cas explodes in a rain of blood and chunks of meat. I glare at Lucifer. I run towards him, attempting to punch his square on the nose. But he pushes me back onto the Impala, shattering the windshield. I lay there for a moment listening to Lucifer and Dean talk.

“Sammy, can you hear me?” Dean walks up to Lucifer.

“You know… I tried to be nice… for Sammy’s sake. But you…” Lucifer grabs the collar on Dean’s leather jacket, “are such a pain… in my ass.” I watch as Dean flies through the air and lands next to me. I hear a gun shot. I see blood pool out from Sam’s chest. He turns around, and with a flick of his wrist, snaps Bobby’s neck.

“N-o-o-o-o!” Dean yells. 

“Yes,” Lucifer growls. I get up and step in front of Dean.

“Don’t touch him,” I snarl at him.

“What are you gonna do? Kill me?” I unclench my muscles and look down to the ground. And then I feel myself flying through the air once more. I hit the ground with a crunch. Pain shoots up my leg as I sit up to see Lucifer relentlessly punching Dean over and over. 

“Stop!” I cry. I never cry; my life as a hunter has taught me to hide my emotions, but I can’t help it. Lucifer raises his fist once more, but stops. He lets go of Dean, who falls to the ground against the Impala. 

“It’s okay, Dean. It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got him,” Sam sputters put and grabs the horseman rings from his pocket. 

Bvtmon tabges babalon,” Sam chants. The ground caves in around the rings and air is sucked into the hole. Sam and Dean look at each other as the hole widens. Sam breathes deeply. Just then Michael reappears behind me. 

“Sam! It’s not gonna end this way! Step back!” Michael says loudly.

“You’re gonna have to make me!” Sam yells back.

“I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It’s my destiny!” Michael yells even louder. Sam looks at Dean, closes his eyes and spreads his arms. Michael lunges forward and grabs Sam’s jacket. Sam grabs Michael’s arm and they fall together into the hole. 

After few moments the hole closes in a blinding flash of light. The Horsemen’s rings burn bright in the grass on the ground where the hole was. Dean closes his eyes as he leans back against the Impala with Tears in his eyes. I attempt to crawl over to Dean. But he crawls over and kneels on the ground, staring at the rings. Just then Cas appears above him. 

“Cas, you’re alive?” Dean looks up at Cas with dried blood on his face. 

“I’m better than that,” Cas replied as he placed two fingers on Dean’s forehead and heals him. 

“Cas, are you God?” Dean asks him. I stifle a little laugh.

“Of course he’s not!” I yell out to him. 

“That’s a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me back,” Cas walked over and revived Bobby, “New and improved.” Next he walked over to me and healed my leg by touching it.

“Thanks,” I mutter to him. I get up and get into my car and begin to leave. I turn down the road and drive. I hear my phone ringing, but choose to ignore it. My eyes are filled with tears. Today I had lost my two best friends. What was I supposed to do now? What’s the point of life, I ask myself as I take a swig of whiskey as I drive off into the night. 


 “Please, my partner’s pregnant; I really need thistime off, sir.”

“I know sergeant and I’d love to give it to you, but I can’t.”

“I just want to be there to hold my baby when she’s born-“

Biersack. I’ve been exactly where you’re standing and I’m sorry.” I nodded, and just turned away, to walk off, hands hanging behind my back, frowning, and desperately trying not to cry in front of my own boss.

“Thank you, sir” I wanted to be there with my husband when he needed a hand to hold, whilst he was bed ridden for hours pushing a baby out of himself. But instead, I was stuck at work, 15 hundred miles away from him. All I could think about, sat with the other guys was the knowledge that I wouldn’t see my baby girl until she was nearly a year old without my leave; which I knew I wasn’t getting.

“Hey, Biersack! How’d it go?”

“You’ll be pleased to hear, I’ll be here whilst my daughter is born, and I won’t see her until she’s learning to walk. So that’s some real fucking fun.”

“Shit. I’m sorry man,”

“No it’s fine, I’m fine. I need some action to get my mind off it so I’m probably in the best job possible.”

I was sat there with my friends, for a while, waiting for the next drill, when the alarm sounded, and commands screamed from the speakers. I was in charge of 12 of men. My men. I had to get my head of my own personal life and back into my job.

“COME ON! LET’S MOVE!” My voice was just as loud and booming as always, my frown was there, but my heart was beating ten times faster than it should’ve been. I shook my head, to snap myself out of it, and ran behind my now sprinting group of privates under my command.

“Whoa! Shit, stay here.” I peaked around the corner, to make sure everything was safe before we moved again.

“Fuck. It’s dangerous but if we don’t move we’re all gonna get killed. So listen. You know what to do if someone gets hurt. Follow me, and make sure you look after yourself first. Got it?” everyone nodded at me, and I swung my rucksack back over my shoulder with all my equipment in it. Then I started running. I looked back, after 30 seconds or so, to find only 11 men had followed me. Shit.

“Black, you’re in charge, keep moving. Get everyone to the safe house. I have faith in you my man, don’t let me down.” He nodded at me, and I ran in the other direction to find my missing man.

“Private…?” Nothing.

“Shit. Fuck… Private, where the fuck are you?”


“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I said MOVE!” he looked at me, trembling.

“I’m sorry, but I think I broke something in my leg. I caught it on something, and it twisted in a direction it’s not meant to go in.” I should have been mad, that’s what my job is. Well, in this situation, at least. But I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shit, come on, once we get to safety, we can bandage you up and you’ll be okay, I promise. I know you don’t wanna be here, and I know you only came to protect your family, but you’ve gotta have faith in both you and I,” I offered a hand, and pulled him up. He slung one arm over me and I held him by the wrist, to get him across the field. I could hear gunfire now,

“Fuck, keep going, don’t give up.” He limped, as the sound got louder. We were going as fast as possible for two people that collectively have 3 legs between them. Until; I fell to the floor. I rolled slightly, with my hand pressing my wound, the blood flowing.

“Shit… ARGH!” I cringed, as the heel of my boot dug into the floor in my pain,

“Keep- walking- catch up-”

“I can’t just leave you-”

“-Yes- Yes you can- and you will- GO!” He ran, and I lead there, trying to stem the blood, before I went into shock. My hands were covered in my own blood now, a gun next to me, on the floor. I picked up my walkie talkie; hoping for the best.

“H-Hello? Come in captain- please” I bit my lip, trying not to let out any more pain driven sounds.

“Sergeant, I’m here- where are you?”

“Is everyone- safe?”

“No. We don’t have you.”

“I’m about 40 metres away from you- I was shot in the lower stomach- and I don’t know how much longer I can stay conscious to stop the blood.”

“Okay, don’t move, stay still, concentrate on talking to me, and a fully equipped ambulance service helicopter is on its way.”

“Thank you-”

“You did a brave thing going back for your man Biersack,” After that, I just blacked out. I must’ve fallen unconscious then.

When I woke up, I looked around the room a couple of times; I was still on my way to hospital at this point.

“Andrew, you’re awake. Do you know where you are?”

“On my way to hospital; because I have a bullet in me.”

“So you remember what happened?”

“-yeah” as we came to a stop, I got more sleepy with the morphine, and I could feel myself getting paler through blood loss. As I was wheeled through the double doors, oxygen next to me, surrounded by people, I felt all light-headed,

“Andy..? Andy!” I couldn’t keep myself there anymore. I was just gone. Out. Completely.

The next time I woke up, I was moving, through the maze of corridors.

“W-where am I going?” the doctor just smiled at me, which was unnerving. I looked up, to see the words ‘maternity ward’ above me. I sighed, taking in this massive amount of pure oxygen, thinking about Ashley. Then I noticed a face that was all too familiar, smiling at me, breathing in laughing gas and then smiling at me.

Ashley?!” when I got in there, I was lead there next to him, still finding it hard to move through my bullet wound.

“You did something- really brave- so the least you deserve is to see your daughter- so I came to you.” I grabbed his hand, and he laughed a little bit because of the gas, which made me chuckle too.  He was breathless, taking deep breaths, and letting out pain-filled noises, groans, even screams in between.

“Come on Ash, you can do it,” I felt my eyes well up, a little bit, as her head emerged. Ashley was crying a little too, but that was mostly to do with the agony he was in at that point.

“Come on Ashley, you’re doing really well sweetheart, just a few more pushes okay?” he winced; I rubbed his hand with my thumb.


“Come on Ashley, one more, one more huge push for me,” he shut his eyes, took a deep breath in, and then screamed as he pushed his hardest. Then, he fell back onto the pillow, sweaty, pale, and exhausted. But he still smiled at me,

“You did it. She’s beautiful.” I felt myself sob, like a baby as my daughter. MY DAUGHTER. Was handed over to my husband. MY HUSBAND. She was so perfect. So tiny. Her tiny fingers wrapped around one of Ashley’s, and he smiled, crying simultaneously.

“She’s so beautiful Ashley.”

“She has your eyes.” She kicked a little bit, in the blanket, and Ashley handed her to me,

“Say hi to daddy beautiful,” I grinned at him, and down at my baby.

“Hello precious, God you’re like a little angel”

“Have you thought about names yet?” we looked at each other, and just said together, right on cue,


“Because she’s our little miracle?” I handed her back to Ashley, as I nodded, still wiping tears off my cheek.

“Promise Biersack-Purdy”

“Perfect, just like her.” Ashley rubbed her cheek a little bit, and I leant over the side of my own bed to give him a kiss.

“I’m so glad I got to be here- ” my voice cracked, mid-sentence.

“Oh Promise, you’re making daddy cry already, and you’re not even a teenager yet.” I laughed a little bit, and then just… Smiled. Smiled at promise. Smiled at my baby girl, looking up at me, with big blue eyes that had opened super quickly after she was born.

“I love you both so much. So, so much,”

“We love you more.”

“Andrew? You should probably go back to your room now, we can come back later with a wheelchair, we just wanted you to be on time.”

“-Thank you, for letting this happen, I’d never have forgiven myself for not being here.”

“Bye Andy,” I looked at promise,

“Bye bye, I love you both; my angels.” Ash looked straight at me, and I leaned over to kiss him, 

“Bye honey, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Pearlmethyst day two: Angst

Ultimately, it was Amethyst’s fault.

Not in a malicious way, of course- it was an accident, after all- but it boiled down to her failing to notice the attack (lightning, or something similar) and Pearl having to save her.

So while no one was exactly blaming her, it was still, technically, her that caused their current predicament.

And it wasn’t even that the injury was that grievous- a small chip taken out of Pearl’s gem, which hilariously caused her to forget basic math problems and sneeze when she saw yellow (two things that Amethyst took advantage of any chance she could), but rather that it required a trip to the healing springs, which was hindered by Pearl having to stop every few minutes to clutch her head in annoyance when asked what 2+7 was (spoiler: not 14).

But finally, after Garnet picked up the confused and frustrated gem (and shot a glare to the one cackling in the background), they made it.


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Leaves, Hot Chocolate and Pumpkin Spice :D

Y'know that golden amber color that’s just between orange and yellow? Yeah. That.
My cocoa depends on what I can get my hands on. Marshmallows? Hell yeah. Whip cream? Sweet. Salted caramel? So good! Making it with eggnog, or on the rare chance some pumpkin spice coffee creamer? Yes hello goodbye I am in nirvana.
And I mean. There’s no secret that I am, in fact, a pumpkin spice basic bitch. All I’m missing is the particuarly ugly fur boots. I have no shame in this fact.

…But I am slightly more excited for all the caramel apples I get to eat tho.