hey you i like your face

likechildreninafairytale  asked:

Hi Cassie :) an anon who doesn't have tumblr came to my askbox and asked me to ask you a question. Btw I'm loving LoS, I missed this world so much! Anyway, I'll just paste what they want to know here: could cassie either publish all the special content from all these different editions of her books on tumblr or is there even the slightest possibility that at some point her publisher could put everything together into a book?

Hey kiddo, I’ve missed your face. Tell the anon that we’ve been looking into how to throw all the content together and put it up as a free ebook online — we’ve had a few issues like how we could update the content, whether we wanted to charge a small amount so that it could be donated to charity, etc. In other words we’re working on it!

Bittersweet

» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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anonymous asked:

1,18,&19????

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

a/n: whoop whoop some college shawn comin @ ya


“So, uh, what’s been going on with you and Y/n?” Brian asks Shawn from across the pingpong table. The boys were never ones to get deep or gush like girls, but after the way Shawn had been attached at the him to you lately, someone had to ask him about it. 

“Nothin’ man, she’s just really cool and funny.” Shawn brushes off, smacking the ball back to Brian, but missing the table completely. 

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, man.” Brian teases. 


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Without a doubt ♡ Ethan

Request: ‘’can you do one where ethan is dating a girl who’s not a size two she’s a little bigger and when they are out fans stop them and one girl calls her fat and saying she probably can’t even wear his clothes like a normal gf cause they don’t fit so she goes back to the apt and cries and he is panicked cause he can’t find her and he rushes home and asked what happened and cuddles her tells her that’s she’s perfect he doesn’t want a size 2 girl her loves her and falls asleep in his shirt happy‘’

Response: Thanks for requesting :) I am finally done with school so I’m going to start posting more regularly now! I hope you like it xx (I suck at titles but oh well haha)

Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Tonight had just been perfect. The stars were out and shining, the city was bustling and your stomach was full of delicious food you just ate at your favourite restaurant. You brush your head against Ethans large arm why he strokes his thumb over your entwined fingers. With closed eyes you inhale the cold but fresh air while Ethan and you walk down the street, on the way back to his apartment. It felt like the world was at peace and there were no problems. Of course there were, but you liked the illusion.

‘Are you tired?’ Ethan asks softly. The sound of his voice vibrates through his arm to your ear that was pressed to his arm. ‘A little,’ you respond, letting out a deep yawn. Ethan chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist. ‘Just hold on, baby. We’ll be home in a few minutes.’

Unfortunately that’s not going to happen, you think as you see a group of girls walking down the other side of the street. Most of them were busy on their phone, but a few weren’t and recognise Ethan. Their eyes grow big and they stand still so abruptly that the girls behind them bump into them. ‘Ethan? Ethan Dolan?!’ They don’t even look if a car could ride them over when they run towards you and your boyfriend. A few seconds later you are surrounded by a whole group of giggling excited girls.

‘Ethan, Ethan! Can you make a selfie with me?’ several girls ask him, but before Ethan answers he focuses his eyes on you. ‘Is it okay?’ ‘Sure, E! Don’t worry ‘bout me,’ you say. He smiles at you lovingly before he pays attention to his fans. You let go of his warm hand and take a few steps back so could give him and the fans some space.

You absolutely loved seeing E interacting with his fans. He took the time for every single one of them and tried to answer all of their questions, always staying kind and polite. You didn’t even felt uncomfortable when he kissed a fan on the cheek, because you knew it was only because they asked and there was no meaning behind it. And you could know, because damn, he kissed you in a whole different way. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of his soft kisses and the touch of his hands. The entire time Ethan was taking pictures with the girls his eyes would flicker from them back to you, making sure everything was okay.

Suddenly you notice a few girls who already got a picture standing a meter away from the whole group. They were whispering while looking at you from head to toe, which gave you an unpleasant feeling. Were they judging you? One of them, a beautiful tall, blond girl, walks up to you. She doesn’t even say hi. ‘You are Ethans girlfriend, aren’t you?’ The way she said it made you feel even smaller than you already were next to her. You frown your eyebrows, surprised that she talked like she was so much better than you.

‘Yes, I am.’ The girl clicks her tongue disapprovingly. ‘Oh,’ was all she said. You knew you shouldn’t care, but you did anyway. ‘Why?’ The girl let out a small, humorous laugh. ‘Have you even looked at yourself? It surprises me that Ethan still wants to walk next you. I bet you don’t even fit into his clothes.’ It felt like someone just smacked you in the face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ The girl rolls her eyes. ‘Are you dumb or something? You look like a pig. Ethan deserves a girl who is just as pretty as him, and you definitely aren’t.’

Wow, that hurt. Really bad. You don’t know what to say, so just stare at her. How in the world could someone say that? Doesn’t she have feelings? Just until now you realise you were crying; your sight was getting blurry. You look at Ethan who was laughing at something a fan said to him. You angrily wipe the tears from your cheeks and start walking back to the apartment. You just couldn’t stay here anymore.

You were running up the stairs, going to Ethans bedroom. You crawl onto the bed and burry yourself under the covers, trying to hide yourself from the negative thoughts that were now filling your head. Most of the time you were pretty confident, but when someone said something like that to you your self-esteem was hard to find. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl, but you had never considered yourself as fat.

Yes, you weren’t a size two and you were little curvy, but Ethan always pointed out he liked that about you, just as everything else about your appearance. Now you start thinking that he only said that because he wanted to make you feel good. And perhaps the girl was right; maybe you should tried to lose weight.

When Ethan realised you were gone, he apologized to the fans and quickly went home. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to you or what he would do if you weren’t at his apartment. When he reaches his apartment he’s totally out of breath, but still runs up the stairs with to steps at a time.

‘Y/N?!’ Ethan yells. ‘Shit, Y/N!’ he says when he sees you on the bed, wrapped in his sheets. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I was scared that something had happened to you!,’ he says loudly, sounding a little angry. When you don’t answer because of your uncontrollable crying, he lowers his voice. ‘Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?’

‘Nothing, please leave me alone,’ you say with a muffled voice. Ethan walks up to the bed, sitting down at the side. ‘I’m not leaving until you say what happened. Please,’ he adds when you don’t move or answer. He sounds miserable, like it was his fault you were crying in his bed. With a sigh you pull the sheets back and look at him. His face is worried and his mouth is a thin line, but of course he still looked amazing.

‘Do you think I’m fat?’ you quietly ask. Ethan blinks his eyes a few times as if he didn’t heard what you said. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me.’ Ethan shoots closer to you. ‘Of course I don’t think you’re fat! Who even made you think that?’ Your lips tremble, trying to hold back the tears. ‘T-This girl said… That I’m…’ You start crying again, hiding your face behind your hands.

‘Hey, hey… Come here,’ Ethan says softly while he puts his arms around you, pressing you gently against his chest. He smelled heavenly. He smelled like home. ‘Sshh… It’s okay,’ he calms you down. When you slowly stop crying, he pulls back and rests his large hands on your thighs. ‘Y/N, you should never let people get to you… I know it’s hard, but they are just jealous. Believe me. You are stunning and I love your curves! No one can tell me otherwise.’

You look at him. ‘Even my thighs? And my belly?’ you ask, looking up to him. ‘Yes,’ Ethan answers immediately. ‘Even when my hair is a mess and I look like a panda?’ you ask. ‘Without a doubt,’ he chuckles and leans in to put a sweet kiss on your nose. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his warm lips.

Ethan could taste the salt of your tears. He kisses them away while stroking your thighs. He knew you weren’t in the mood now, so after a minute he slowly pulls back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. ‘Do you want to stay tonight?’ he whispers, stroking your cheek. ‘I would love to, but I don’t have any clean clothes with me…’ you answer.

Ethan stands up, walks to his drawers and comes back with a clean t-shirt. You raise your arms and pull your sweater over your head. You notice Ethan staring at your chest when you unclasp your bra.

Ethans fingertips stroking your arms while he helps you putting on his shirt made you get goosebumps on your whole body. You both take off your pants and get comfortable in bed, laying down in a spooning position. ‘I love you, E,’ you whisper. ‘I love you so much more. Good night, Y/N,’ Ethan says and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.

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get-your-vag-together  asked:

Hey doll, if you're taking request, I would totally love to see Devil!Sam being angsty and smart ass Angel!Dean cheering him up with kisses and terrible puns.

“Hey angelcakes-”

Sam’s face, which was already a thundercloud, transferred to typhoon level distress and Dean backpedaled fast and hard.

“I-I mean devilcakes, did it, uh, hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Pause.

Dean coughed.

Then, in a dry, sullen tone, “Yes.”  Sam replied, and Dean really wasn’t doing the best job at cheering up his brother.

“Ha, ha, I, uh, figured.”  Dean said, eloquent, and Sam side glanced him with heart clenching sad black eyes.  Ah.  So it was one of those days.

Some days, Sam took the whole angel-turned-devil thing pretty well, but others, when Sam was feeling particularly self destructive, he couldn’t quite hide the blackness that swallowed his once hazel hues.  Dean found them pretty, like an onyx softly highlighted by the already alluring figure that was Sam.  

He never mentioned this to Sam, because he knew the black eyes were a stark reminder of Sam’s failings and so Dean sat himself quietly by his brother, leaning against his shoulder and draping his wings around Sam’s back and own leathery wings.

He figured today he should.

He clasped one hand over Sam’s, leaning close into his space and trying to catch the demon’s eyes.

Sam looked away, face tinged just the softest pink and Dean lifted his hand from Sam’s to gently touch Sam’s face, directing him to look over at Dean and Dean offered a rare, gentle smile.

“They’re really pretty, you know.”  Dean said, tilting his head to keep his eyes locked with mesmerizing obsidian and Sam’s face looked crumpled, disbelief written all over his features and Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss over each eye, the demon, although larger in stature, shrinking in on himself under each soft gesture.

“They’re, no, they,” Sam stumbled over his words, blush in full bloom and voice catching on emotions that Dean figured he’d rather never discuss.

“I never told you this before, but, yeah, they are.”  Dean reaffirmed, “they sparkle and they’re really cool, and yeah - they might be more proof of what you are, but who says that’s a bad thing?  And ‘sides,” he paused then, when Sam looked to be listening to him over the insecurities screaming loud in his ears, Dean’s face took on a cheeky grin.  

“They’re also really hot.  Like - I think I might have a thing for demons.  Mostly you.  Actually, fuck it, just you -  you’re hot like this.  You’re always hot, now you’re just super hot - got the tall, dark, and handsome vibes going on big time.”  With each word to tumble silly and fast out of Sam’s mouth Sam’s blush deepened, the demon’s wings springing open under Dean’s own, feathered ones, and the thin, viper like tail going rigid across both their laps.

“Oh.”  Sam said, black eyes wide and Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, really not fair, too,” Dean gestured to himself then, “I get the ‘nice guy who’ll give the neighbors sugar’ vibe, the one where everyone’s like ‘aw, what a sweet guy’,” Dean fluttered his lashes at the mimed words, tone pitching high in mockery and Sam unwillingly chuckled.  “Hell, others can even refer to me as cute or sweet.”

Dean turned to Sam fully then, gesturing to the broad expanse of shoulders, the horns-tail-devil combo he had going on to add to his already powerful figure, and stuck his tongue out in distaste, “Then you come along and the panties drop and the guys swoon and you’re mister ‘mysterious’.  Lucky bastard, I’d say.”

“You think I’m a lucky bastard?”  Sam said, one eyebrow finally quirking up in humour and Dean draped himself across his lap, stomach first because wing’s got in the way of laying on your back a lot.

“Hm… I would say that, but then again you’re kinda stuck with me, and that’s not so lucky.” 

“How so?”

“Because I kill your cool demon vibe, or, you know what?”

“What?”  Sam asked, now fully playing along and petting through the warm feathers of Dean’s wings.  Dean held back the pleased purr that almost pulled from him.

“We’re like good cop bad cop, ‘cept you’re actually the good cop because you’re so fucking nice but they won’t know that because they’ll be distracted by our combined awesomeness.”

“Dean,” Sam interjected softly into his small rant.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”  Sam said, quiet, and Dean tripped up at that and blushed a little himself.

“Oh, yeah, uhm, any time.”

-

deans skills at cheering others up might need to revisited but it works well enough for sam yea

"Don't you dare."

Hey, guys! So this was based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr, I hope you like it! It’s pure fluff :)  


You drop your backpack on the floor with a huff and flop onto Peter’s bed. Your boyfriend’s typing stalks briefly as he hears you, and he swivels around in his chair to look at you. He smiles softly at your defeated, yet still tense body. “Rough day?" 

You groan into the pillow in response, and Peter chuckles again. A couple of seconds later though, his face grows serious. "What happened?” he asks. 

Picking your face up from the pillow, you roll over onto your back so you’re looking up at your boyfriend. “You know that math test I’ve been studying for for days?" 

Peter nods. "Yeah." 

"Failed it.”

His jaw drops. “What?” You nod disappointedly in confirmation. “But-you were so prepared!" 

You snort and roll over onto your side. "Yeah, well Mr. Kaminski decided to be an ass and out stuff we haven’t learned before in it. 

Peter leans back in his chair and crosses his long legs in front of him. He folds his arms across his chest as he waits for you to continue: You wouldn’t be curled up like that unless something worse has happened. After a couple more seconds of silence, you move your hand up close to your face. "My locker got moved,” you mutter. 

Peter blinks in surprise. He thought it was going to be a lot worse than that. “Well that’s not that bad!" 

"It got moved next to Flash." 

"Oh." 

You bury your face further into the nice, Peter-scented pillow. "Yeah. ‘Oh.’" 

Pursing his lips, Peter stands up and crawls onto the bed next to you. "Hey.” When you don’t look up, Peter sets a gentle hand on your cheek. “Hey, look at me." 

Reluctantly, you turn your head to look up at him. His eyes twinkle with mischief, and you frown briefly before realizing what he’s up to. You deadpan. "Don’t you dare." 

He raises his eyebrows. "I’m gonna do it." 

"No!” you squeal. You go to cover your eyes, but Peter catches hold of your wrists before they even get over your chest. “Let me be mad, Peter! Come-" 

Peter flashes you his most endearing smile. 

And, of course, you smile back. You don’t even hesitate. 

Peter laughs triumphantly and throws his hands in the air. You try (and fail) to frown up at him. "Jerk,” you mutter. 

“Aw.” He lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms so the two of you are practically nose-to-nose. “You love it,” he whispers, still smiling cheekily. 

“Do not.” You pout. Peter reaches up and squeezes your nose, and you giggle. He smiles again, and smiling to yourself, you scoot forward so your torsos are pressed together and your head is in the crook of his neck. Peter’s arms tighten around you and he kisses your hair tenderly. 

“I love you,” you whisper. 

He smiles to himself and closes his eyes. “I love you to.”

miraculous/hey arnold au?

lol creds to @charme-miraculeux ‘s husband for this idea, but do you ever think that chloe treats marinette like helga treats arnold from hey arnold?

like she’s an absolute horror to marinette in her face but then when no one’s looking, chloe just pulls a locket with marinette’s picture in it out of her shirt and kinda goes:

Marinette, my love
My sultry preteen
Why must I hold you
Only whilst in a dream?
Will I be forever enslaved by your spell?
Why must I worship you and never tell?
Marinette, you make my girlhood tremble
Make my senses quiver in awe
Someday, I’ll tell the world, my love
Or my name’s not Chloe Bourgeois

or she’s like hiding around the corner from where marinette is standing and just clutches her heart and goes:

Your eyes, like two blue jellybeans
Are pools I want to bathe in.
My head doth swoon,
and yet I want to beat your face in

or she’s got this secret marinette shrine in her closet that legit no one else knows about and sometimes she just sits in front of it and is all:

Marinette, you idiot
I’ve always sworn it
I’ve always loved you
My darling, my darling
Kiss me, my darling
Oh, raven haired Aphrodite
Wandering the dismal deserts of my tormented soul

Hey everyone! Yoko here~. Want to sell your soul?

I’ve seen these floating around and decided to make one to give it a try! This is a Permanent Starter Call! This is for my mutual followers. Hit the Like or Reblog if you want and/or wouldn’t mind me: 

- Randomly tagging you in a starter sometimes

- Throwing memes at your face

- Jumping into your IM/Askbox to plot 

- Ruining your life Discuss a possible ship! Platonic, Friendship, or Romantic

Keep in mind that this goes both ways! By hitting the like or reblog, I also give you permission to do the same to me. Many thanks!

anonymous asked:

12 with aleister black?

12: “You like me?”

Ever since Aleister came into the NXT you had your eye on him, the way he conducted himself had you wondering what more there was to him.

You always drove from place to place with Cathy, but Cathy had to leave early for a family emergency. That left you in a weird situation, you weren’t entirely sure who you were going to drive with. Sighing you sat on a couch while the matches went on, you felt a weight beside you “hey” a voice said softly.

Looking to your side you saw Aleister and you smiled softly “hey” you said as you turned to face him more. “I heard that Cathy left early, and you always ride with her, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me in my car?” He asked softly, you could feel a hint of warmth in your cheeks causing you to shyly smile “sure!”

Aleister had to be the calmest driver you’ve ever had an experience with, he always seemed to know how to get away from a silly driver. All the while still talking to you, you two began to have this understanding of one another that not everyone knew. It was something special and you enjoyed it.

After that drive, you told Cathy that you were going to drive with Aleister from now on, and that’s what happened. You two had been driving together for about a month when Aleister brought up relationships. “So Y/N, do you have someone back home?” He asked as his eyes stayed glued on the road. “Oh, no” you said quietly “what about you?” You asked watching him shake his head slightly. “Have your eye on anyone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Chuckling nervously you shrugged “yeah, just some guy who showed up, into tattoos, has a satanic worship vibe” you teased. “So me? You like me?” He asked before letting his eyed trail over to you for a second before returning back to the road. “Y-yeah, I guess I do” you said softly, you however felt your heart sink when he pulled the car over and looked over at you.

“I guess it’s a good thing I like you too” he said with a grin before leaning over and kissing you softly.

( @hardcorewwetrash bc you love Aleister and so do I 😌 )

Aries: Told You So

I know you like
When I admit that I was wrong and you were right
At least I try
To keep my cool when I’m thrown into a fire
And they go

I hate to say I told you so
But they love to say they told me so
I hate to say I told you so
They love to say they told me

Taurus: Hard Times

All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright
That I ain’t gonna die
All that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out

Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times

Gemini: 26

Hold onto hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart
Survival will not be the hardest part
It’s keeping all your hopes alive
All the rest of you has died
So let it break your heart

Cancer: Pool

I’m underwater
With no air in my lungs
My eyes are open
I’m done giving up
You are the wave
I could never tame
If I survive
I’ll dive back in

As if the first blood didn’t thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools

Leo: Idle Worship

Oh, it’s such a long and awful lonely fall
Down from this pedestal that you keep putting me on
What if I fall on my face?
What if I make a mistake?
If it’s okay a little grace would be appreciated
Remember how we used to like ourselves?
What little light that’s left, we need to keep it sacred
I know that you’re afraid to let all the dark escape ya
But we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places

Just let me let you down

Hey, baby I’m not your superhuman
And if that’s what you want
I hate to let you down
I got your hopes up
Now I got you hoping
But I’m gonna be the one that let you down

Virgo: Forgiveness

Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
No, it’s not forgetting
No, I’ll never forget it, no

And you, you want forgiveness
(I can barely hang on to myself)
But I, I can’t give you that
(I can’t give you, I can’t give you that)
And you, you want forgiveness
(I’m afraid that I’ll have nothing left)
But I, I just can’t do it yet
(I can’t do, I just can’t do it yet)

Libra: Fake Happy

And if I go out tonight, dress up my fears
You think I’ll look alright with these mascara tears?
See I’m gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth
And if the lights are low they’ll never see me frown

If I smile with my teeth
Bet you believe me
If I smile with my teeth
I think I believe me

Oh please don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t make me play pretend
Oh no, oh oh what’s the use?
Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too

Scorpio: Grudges

Time is a bastard I won’t break my neck to get around it
But aren’t we so brave to give up a fight
And let the years go by without us
‘Cause now I feel you by my side
And I don’t even care if it’s been a while
I can feel that we’ve changed and we’re better this way

Stop asking why
Why we had to waste so much time
Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again
'Cause we can’t keep holding on to grudges

Sagittarius: No Friend

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed,
Another song that runs too long god knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot!

Dance beneath another burning sky,
Behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
You project on me

Capricorn: Tell Me How

Think I’m tired of getting over it
Just starting something new again
I’m getting sick of the beginnings
And always coming to your defences
I guess it’s good to get it off my chest
I guess I can’t believe I haven’t yet
You know I got my own convictions
And they’re stronger than any addiction
But no one’s winning
[…]
You keep me up with your silence
Take me down with your quiet
Of all the weapons you fight with
Your silence is the most violent

Aquarius: Caught in the Middle

I can’t think of getting old
It only makes me want to die
And I can’t think of who I was
'Cause it just makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Can’t look back, can’t look too far ahead
I got the point, I got the message
[…]
I was dreaming life away
All the while just going blind
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Behind the lids of my own eyes
Nostalgia’s cool, but it won’t help me now
A dream is good, if you don’t wear it out
[…]
No, I don’t need no help
I can sabotage me by myself

Pisces: Rose-Colored Boy

Just let me cry a little bit longer
I ain’t gon’ smile if I don’t want to
Hey, man, we all can’t be like you
I wish we were all rose-colored too
My rose-colored boy

Leave me here a little bit longer
I think I wanna stay in the car
I don’t want anybody seeing me cry now
You say “We gotta look on the bright side”
I say “Well maybe if you wanna go blind”
You say my eyes are getting too dark now
But boy, you ain’t ever seen my mind

Trans Lance Headcanons

•He figured out he was trans when he was like 12
•He told his family and they were a bit on the fence at first bc they didn’t really understand it but eventually they were all really accepting
•He picked the name Lance bc Lance was the name of an older boy who always looked out for him and Lance really looked up to him
•The boy killed himself, so Lance also took the name to honor him
•For his 13th birthday his parents got him a binder and he cried
•He hasn’t started transitioning yet, but his parents are saving up the money
•Lance’s family had to fight tooth and nail to get the Garrison to let Lance room with a boy and recognize Lance as a boy, but they managed
•Some teachers would call him Lana bc they were assholes and it messed with him more than he let on
•Some kids at the Garrison made fun of Lance for being trans but Hunk found out and he went into Mom Friend Mode™️ and kicked their asses
•Speaking of Hunk, when he found out Lance was trans he didn’t care at all!!
•Lance was changing and Hunk saw him in his binder and Lance kinda freaked out
•Hunk promised him that he really didn’t care, Lance was still his best friend
•Lance cried
•Lance used to have a really warped sense of masculinity and thought he had to be tough and all those things society expects of men to be seen as a boy
•He still kinda does, and he deals with it by flirting with girls a lot
•He didn’t want to recognize his bisexuality at first either, but then he saw a cute boy (probably Keith) and was like “oh damn”
•Lance at age 14: makeup and skirts are for girls tho
Lance now: *winging his eyeliner and looking in the mirror* this dress really makes my eyes pop tbh
•Pidge finds out when they’re in space and she almost cries bc she’s trans too!!!
•They have talks about it all the time tbh
•Lance at the space mall: PIDGE THERE’S CUTE BRAS, LET’S GET YOU SOME
Pidge: holy shit
•Pidge: hey don’t forget to take your binder off, it’s been like 7 hours
Lance: oh shit you’re right
•Keith finds out during a training session when Lance takes his shirt off and he’s wearing his binder
•Shiro: Keith you’re staring
Keith: nO I’M NOT
Shiro: that’s literally your pining face
Keith: i don’t have a pining face-
Shiro: Keith I’ve known you for ten years yes you do
•Shiro finds out bc Lance tells him one day
•Lance: hey Shiro I’m trans
Shiro, not even looking up from his book: cool
•Allura and Coran are confused at first bc it wasn’t called transgender on Altea but when they explain it they’re like “ohhhh alright that’s cool”
•Whenever an alien accidentally misgenders Lance he gets really uncomfortable but corrects them
•They usually apologize but if they’re a jerk then literally the entire team just. Casually starts bringing out their weapons.
•Shiro: *holding Keith back* Keith you can’t just assault someone-
Keith: he called Lance she and won’t stop!
Shiro: *letting him go* nvm go wild

Feel free to add your own headcanons, I love hearing them!

Smitten
  • Jungkook: "Jimin is so sexy" "Hyung you're too much 😖" "ah! Jiminnie!!!!"
  • Yoongi: "All I see is Hoseok" "Hobi-ah, isn't that too sexy? 😖" "J- hoooooooooooooope!"
  • Jungkook: *poker face*
  • Jimin: *Does something cute*
  • Jungkook: 💖😆😍💖
  • Yoongi: *Poker face*
  • Hoseok: *Says anything*
  • Yoongi: ❤😆😍❤
  • Jungkook: "Jimin is my all nighter buddy"
  • Yoongi: "Hoseok is my soul partner"
  • Jungkook: *to jimin* "You're beautiful even without makeup"
  • Yoongi: *to Hoseok* "I like your bareface best"
  • Jungkook: *about Jimin* "Hyung is really good at dancing*
  • Yoongi: *about Hoseok* "Hobi is a really talented dancer"
  • Jungkook: "Jimin steals the show"
  • Yoongi: "Its all about Hoseok"
  • Jungkook: *plays "lie" every chance he gets*
  • Yoongi: *Promotes "MaMa" every chance he gets*
  • Jungkook: *To Jimin* " Why is Jimin hyung is so handsome"
  • Yoongi: *To Hoseok* "Hey you, handsome guy!"
  • Fan: What is Jimin to you?
  • Jungkook: My honey
  • Fan: What is Hoseok to you?
  • Yoongi: My power source
DARES ੭  JUNGKOOK


Contains : bestfriend!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 2,7k

Summary : It started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance for his birthday.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.”

Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.

Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.

“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.

“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.

“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.

You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face.
Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.

The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.

The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.

You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off.
Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.

Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.

“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him.
“I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.

“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.

You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.

You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear.
Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.

“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.

“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.

And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes.
You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble.
Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.

You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.

“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.

Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said.
He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”

He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”

Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom.
He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.

“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.

Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you.
“I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”

“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.

The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.

And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile.
So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.

You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso.
His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.

It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.

Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.

He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it.
Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer.
Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.

Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”

He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch.
Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.

Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth.
A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.

“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”

Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked.
Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips.
You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements.
His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.

The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides.
You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck.
His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.

His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips.
One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”

Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.

Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.

The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.

The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.

His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.

The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else.
Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.

All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants.
Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him.
“What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.
You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.”
He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.

He moved, letting you get up of the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.

You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.

His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.

Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace.
His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.

“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth.
Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.

Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek.
His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.

You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.

“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.

He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.

You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.

“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.

Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.

Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”

You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.”
And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed.
He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.

“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips.
“Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.

“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”

His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”

Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.

“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.

Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you.
You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.

He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.

He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”

You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets.
You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.

One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair.
Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.

“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint.
Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.

Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.

“Are you gonna cum for me ?”
he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.

His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.

“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.

You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder.
You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.

“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.

Imagine your otp
  • Person C: *talking to Person A* "I'm telling you man they like you. "
  • Person B: "Hey guys what's up? "
  • Person A: *turns and kisses Person B right on the lips, turns back to Person C with a smug look* "See I told you-why are making that face? "
  • Person C: *points to a fainted Person B*
  • Person A: "Oh shit*
Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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Dream

Once you wake - it’s difficult to remember what you dream about

Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!


(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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Mae Gjallarfjall & Co. VERSUS: Mae "Perfected". Or: The Time the Magic College Dropout Aced the Final.

Context: So, Mae Gjallarfjall back at it again pissing off my GM with my ridiculous damage power and high rolls. We’re assaulting a Maciedon fortress set up in Gaeleaed (this world’s equivalent of Ireland) with the goal of eliminating the evil “perfected” versions of ourselves and the forest spirit Ferauna. I bashed the gate down and vaporized the guards at the front gate with a well placed Fist of Havoc. We bust inside, and get to my character’s evil clone. We had 4 of our members at the start, but at this point it was just me and Tim the Magician.

GM: So you are in a perfectly square room, with four support pillars holding up the ceiling. Evil Mae turns to look at you and says “I knew you’d come. You can’t resist a fight.”

Me: You’re not wrong, you’re just a bitch.

GM: She screams at you in anger. Roll Initiative for combat order.

Me (OOC): *crits* So that’s a crit. I get three questions. First: What’s her base Bare Knuckles and Block?

GM: Her base is 7, but she gets a -2 to hit rolls and a +2 to damage rolls, so her base is actually both 5 and 9. Her block is a 6.

Me (OOC): What’s her HP?

GM: 140.

Me (OOC): Do I currently, due to my time charging up during the Freedman encounter, have a Fist of Havoc ready?

GM: Yes you do.

Me (OOC): Alright, so I’m going to start this shit off by spending two Fate Chips. First I’m going to activate Honor Guard at the ultimate level *rolls for Persuasion and passes check* That gives me and Tim a +3 to my Initiative, Combat stat, and Block for the first 10 turns of combat. I’m then going to run up to the bitch and spend another Fate Chip to activate Ward of Dawn at the ultimate level, which immediately grants me +2 Armor and Damage in the bubble, as well as for 3 turns outside the bubble. And for my last action this turn, I activate Fist of Havoc.

GM: *generic shocked stammering* fucking okay roll Fist of Havoc.

Me (OOC): *rolls my first 40 damage Fist of Havoc* Hey GM, you’re going to hate my guts. That’s a 40. 45 total due to my damage buffs.

GM: Jesus… Alright so you slam Evil Mae for 45 points of damage immediately out the gate. She’s now rolling to punch you. Initiative.

Me (OOC): That’s not a -4, so I notice. Rolling Block. That’s a 6.

GM: You take grazing damage. *rolls* Nevermind, she critfailed the damage roll. She hits your helm and winces in pain from her knuckles hitting your armor.

Me: Looks like all of the brains AND all the brawn went to me.

GM: She screams at you, furious.

Me (OOC): She can be pissed all she wants.

*a couple turns later*

GM: Tim! What are you doing?

Tim (OOC): To what extent am I allowed to interfere with your fight?

Me (OOC): Deal a single point of damage and I will punch you after this fight is over.

Tim (OOC): I want to walk over to Evil Mae and tap her on the shoulder.

GM: She screams in your face after turning to face you.

Tim: Would you like to see a magic trick?

GM: Roll that Magic.

Tim: *crits*

GM: So you reach behind her ear and pull her entire suit of armor out from behind her ear. She looks down in horrified shock to see she no longer has armor. She also has a serious Initiative debuff.

Me: Hey bitch. Rule three of Fight Club: never take your eyes off your opponent. (OOC): I spend another Fate Chip to instantly take Fist of Havoc off cooldown, and Smash her again. *rolls 25 damage*

GM: She looks up, beaten and bloodied. Meta here, she’s 4 points from death. 

Me (OOC): I end her with an uppercut. *11 contact, 7 damage*

GM: Jesus…

DannyMay Day sixteen: Shitty DP AUs/Memes

…“Man wouldn’t it be funny if Danny Phantom did the dab every time he made an appearance?”

“Dude I wish!”

Out of the shadows a figure emerged. Smiling cruelly, she waved her green hand and in a flurry of smoke repeats her catchphrase.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be…”

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