i felt like throwing up while i was making this fyi

Flirting Lessons [Shiro x Reader]

Requested by @memento-amare: “ How about #85 (“You have the most amazing eyes.”) with Shiro?”

A/N: My first Voltron story! Yay! I hope you like it!

Prompt 85: “You have the most amazing eyes.”


Shiro was not one much for flirting. He never felt the need, never was interested in anyone that way. But boy did you change things. Since the paladins saved you from a Galra ship Shiro was a blushing mess around you. Though you’re oblivious to it.

You’re the first human they’ve saved from a Galra prison. And Earth being to far to return too, the castle became your temporary home. Everyone was like a family that you just got adopted into.

You do what you can to help out. Often times you help train. Your old job on Earth was as a trainer. You know multiple fighting styles. Leading you to often show them some new moves in hand to hand. Especially Shiro because his arm is his weapon.

But whenever you just lightly touch him to help his form, he tenses and blood rushes to his cheeks.

The others know of his infatuation and have been trying to get him to talk to you since you got there.

“Seriously Shiro, what’s the worst that could happen?“ Lance shrugged. He would be the one to ask that.

“The worst? Rejection, embarrassment, immense awkwardness” he listed the many poor outcomes.

“Or she has the same feelings” Pidge chimed in.

“I don’t even know how I’d tell’ her” he sighed looking down at the floor.

“Flirting would help, show your interest” Lance said, standing from his place on the couch.

“Do you even know how to flirt?” Keith raised an eyebrow. Shiro only shook his head. Like said before, he never had this kind of interest in anyone.

“Well then welcome to Flirting 101 fearless leader” Lance welcomed Shiro. The other Paladins just stared at him. This can’t be good.

“Okay I’ve got to hear this” Keith chuckled. “Same here” Hunk looked over at Lance.

Lance went to begin but was cut off by Allure and Coran entering the room. “Why aren’t you all training?” She questioned, hands on her hips.

“We have more important matters Allura, we have to teach Shiro to flirt” Lance exclaimed throwing a fist into the air.

“Okay now I’m interested” She sat as well did Coran.

“Gather ‘round my teammates, learn from the master.” The others just groaned.

“Why am I worried all of a sudden?” Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay step one: catch their attention. Observe” he said before turning to Allura. “Sup, the name’s Lance” he smoothly said. Allura scoffed before shoving him away. 

“Yeah that’s going well Lance” Keith called out. Eliciting laughter from the toehrs. “Think you could do any better?” Lance questioned.

“I don’t know probably” Keith shrugged while Lance crossed his arms.

“This is ridiculous. Coming from a girl, just compliment her and be honest. Don’t try and be anything you’re not. Plus she already knows you so just carry it like a normal conversation.” Pidge slumped back in to the couch crossing her arms.

“I agree. Just being yourself should be enough” Allura agreed. Shiro was relieved to have gotten some actual advice. He could do this. What’s there to worry about?

His thoughts were cut off by your angelic voice entering the room, “Did I miss a call from a meeting or something?” You had just came from the training deck. In just work out clothes.

Shiro’s face was ablaze. The clothes hugged your figure perfectly, and their was a lot of skin shown. Damn, you’re so beautiful. Quickly diverting his eyes, he couldn’t do this!

“No, we were just talking about random things.” Pidge answered, the others nodded. Shiro didn’t dare look at you.

“Oh, okay. Well I’m going to go clean up, see you guys at dinner” You commented suspiciously before exiting the room. Thinking about how that was a bit odd.

“Dude now’s your chance! GO!” Lance yelled as the others shushed him.

“Let the woman shower damn” Keith huffed. “Talk to her before dinner” he suggested and the others agreed.

“Okay, yeah, I can do this” he said with confidence.

He stood outside your door, “I can’t do this” he muttered backing up. 

“Do what?” he jumped at the sound of your voice. You couldn’t help but giggle as you dried your hair. “Sorry I didn’t meant to startle you”

“O-Oh it’s okay, I was just. I had to talk to you about something” he sputtered, his cheeks red and hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously,

“Okay, come on in here” You motioned for him to follow you into your room. Setting the towel aside you both sat on your bed. “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, well. I have to tell you something, and I just I uh.” His stuttering and sputtering was beginning to be hard to follow. He saw your confused expression, he mentally hit himself.

‘Just compliment her’ Pidge’s words rang in his mind. He examined your features, randomly picking one.

“You have the most amazing pies” wait what?

“Excuse me? Pies?” you giggled as his blush deepened.

“Eyes! You have the most amazing eyes!” correcting himself. He couldn’t be more embarrassed, “You know what, I um, this was a mistake” Standing up to leave.

You caught his hand before he could get far. “Hey wait, sorry I laughed it was just cute” smiling at him. He sat back down, “Really?” you nodded.

“Tell me what you wanted to say” You squeezed his hand. “Scouts honor I won’t giggle”

He chuckled, the smile gracing his face was stunning.

“I, well. I’ve just had these feelings for you. Feelings of wanting to be something more than just friends. And I’ve been so worried for rejection that I haven’t told you and I get all flustered around you. You’re just gorgeous and amazing.” he looked over at you. His cheeks still red as ever.

Your expression was a mixture of being stunned and happy. He likes you? He likes you! Finally a grin beamed on your features. “Well, I can ease your mind by saying I feel the same thing”

As soon as your words registered his nervousness evaporated as his smile matched yours. “Really?”

“Yes really! I have for a while and I guess I just didn’t want to get in the way of you being the Black Paladin and the leader. I didn’t want to be a burden” you confessed.

He took your other hand in his, “You’re never a burden. You’re a valued member of this team. And a valued person in my life”

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you crashed your lips into his. Catching him off guard. Though he immediately responded. Releasing your hands to cup your face. It was passionate and needy, you both had been waiting for this since you first met.

It felt like it lasted hours but ended when your lungs needed their precious oxygen.

You both smiled at each other, foreheads resting together. He stared into your deep [e/c] eyes. “I meant what I said about your eyes” he stated out of breath.

“I know, but fyi I make a mean pie as well” you laughed. He laughed with you, a tinge of red on his cheeks still.

“I guess you’ll have to make me one sometime” he chuckled.

“I guess I will, but for now this will have to do” you muttered before meeting his lips again. Both of you finally were getting something to make up for that time in that ship. Each other.


“Alright Shiro!” Lance whispered ear pressed against the door.

“I can’t believe he said ‘pie” Pidge sighed.

“I  know right, but I wish there was pie” Hunk commented.

“Do you ever not think about food?” Keith asked, the only one not eavesdropping.

“Nope” Hunk said with a smile. “Fair enough” Keith shrugged.

“I’m happy for them though” he added before pushing off the wall. The other paladins followed, saying “Agreed” in unison.

5 Writing Tips for Roleplayers

I wrote this up on a blog of mine that’s currently inactive in response to a meme, and I felt like sharing it here, too! These are tips I keep in mind regularly and feel they really work for me, while I occasionally notice sometimes people haven’t quite grasped the concepts and may be interested in doing so. In no way is anyone roleplaying incorrectly, but these are just ways to make the experience perhaps more enjoyable for you and those you interact with!

1 Be aware of whether or not you’re actually giving your partner something to respond to. Upon finishing a para or multi-para reply, check if your reply has at least two of these three things: dialogue, action (aside from speaking), or imagery describing the scene or your character’s appearance. This should give your partner a substantial amount of material to base their reply off of. They can have their character speak back to yours, react to the action, or react to/build on the imagery! All three are great, but not always necessary. This tip also may not always apply depending on the kind of interaction you’re having, but in your typical para they will be what keeps the story moving. Note: Your character’s inner thoughts are a fourth element to add in a reply, and while it’s important and interesting to read, keep in mind that sometimes it’s not easy to base a response off of.

2 Another tip for giving your partner something to respond to when it comes to one-liners or dialogue in general is to avoid saying single statements pertaining to one idea. By this I mean something like, “That’s cool” or, “I wish I could do that.” Instead say something like, “That’s cool. Where did you learn to do that?” or, “I wish I could do that, but I don’t have anyone to teach me.” Adding a question of course never fails to give your partner something to respond to (and therefore can even be written by itself as it’s not a statement). Making a compound statement or more than one statement on a subject essentially gives people two things to work with, and responding to it will feel less restricting. For example: Instead of your partner saying “You never know until you try” to the simple statement (creating another boring statement), by adding to yours you could invite them to say something like, “You never know until you try. I could teach you!” Now there’s something you can easily respond back to!

3 If you’re anything like me and prefer replies to stay concise so that things move along more quickly, avoid multiple lines of dialogue pertaining to many different ideas and avoid having more than one goal to obtain through action. This is something that happens a lot, and even the most experienced roleplayers do it unintentionally. I am still guilty of it myself. We all go a little overboard sometimes, and you will notice that once someone goes overboard the replies have a tendency to keep expanding. Even if more is happening at once, the story tends to drag. This can be a problem because it’s one of the main reasons we will get bored of a thread, or feel too overwhelmed by it, or both. Try to restrain yourself by finishing the reply after you have responded to the one or two things your partner has given you. Instead of focusing on matching word count, focus on matching ideas. Feel like it’s still not enough? Throw in some imagery or insight to your character’s thoughts.

4 When writing a starter for an interaction with a character yours has yet to interact with, this should be a given, but read everything the mun has provided about that character. If it’s a canon character and particularly if it’s one you’re not as familiar with, go beyond that and look them up on a fandom wiki, just make sure to recognize where the character may be canon divergent if they’re supposed to be. As you do this, pick out ways this character may relate to your character. Do they have similar or conflicting interests? Are they from the same place or been to the same places? Is there something about them your character finds impressive or something that bothers them? Is your character’s personality one that might clash with theirs? Once you’ve got answers to any of these questions, have your starter comment on or insinuate something you’ve discovered. This gives something for your characters to discuss and jumpstarts the creation of a story to share, which is especially important if it’s their first meeting as those threads are always in danger of feeling redundant and flat from the start.

5 Find your character’s voice (a.k.a. their way of speaking). As you write their dialogue, ask yourself questions like these: Where/when did they grow up and how did people (of their social class) speak there? What kind of accent do they have? What slang do they use? Do they avoid using contractions? Do they use foul language and how often? Are they articulate with a wide vocabulary? Do they keep things short or are they prone to run-on sentences and long-windedness? Do they have a speech impediment? Are exclamations (!) common for them or do they speak more calmly? Do they address people with pet names/nicknames? And a bonus: If texting/typing applies to them, do they use correct grammar, capitalization, acronyms, emojis, etc? Finding your character’s voice is key if you really want to get to know them and it’s also one good way to be sure you’ve created a solid character. You may feel it comes naturally, but take note of it and make a conscious effort to keep it consistent. It also may evolve over time, but be aware of that, too!

The Intruder

Originally posted by rapnamu


Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count:  3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet. 

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later. 

“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.” 

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go. 

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee….” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so “Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door. 

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B99 + Tinder AU: in which Jake and Amy match on Tinder. 
→ set pre-show/early season onewritten after I impulsively downloaded Tinder instead of working on my other AU in progress

In a moment of insanity and slight tipsiness, she lets Kylie download Tinder on her phone. (”Amy, what do you want your Bio to say?” “Ooh, how about how I’m in a nationally-ranked trivia team?” “Nope, none of that.”)

In a moment of four-drink-drunkenness, she swipes right on Jake Peralta. 

She wakes up on Saturday morning with her mouth dry and her head pounding. Groaning, Amy lifts one hand to shield her eyes from the way-too-bright light streaming in through the curtains. With her other hand, she gropes blindly for her phone on the bedside table. When she doesn’t find it immediately, she drags herself out of bed and makes her way toward the kitchen. 

She gets herself a glass of water and fishes her phone out of her purse, which was on the floor just a few paces away from the messy heap of fabric that was her coat and scarf. 

She opens her phone, and her eyebrows scrunch together at the notification on the screen: “Congratulations! You have a new match!

Her eyes flicker to the icon accompanying the message. The small red flame brings back hazy memories of the night before - Kylie taking her phone hostage and downloading the app, Kylie setting up her profile, the two of them cracking up while swiping left and right for an hour. 

She sips from her glass and pulls up the app with a sigh. She taps the screen a few times to check her matches and messages, bracing herself for anything inappropriate and praying she didn’t send out anything too terrible herself. (She doesn’t recall doing any messaging of her own, but she also doesn’t recall getting home and throwing her jacket on the floor, so.) 

She chuckles at a few of the messages and grimaces at others, but her heart nearly stops, and she almost drops her glass when she scrolls down and sees a very familiar name.

In his tiny profile picture, he’s looking somewhere off camera and has a single eyebrow raised. His lips are drawn into a somewhat half smirk, half smile. For some reason, she can just hear Gina’s voice, giving him directions on how to pose. (”Okay, Jake. Remember, we’re going for sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.”) 

There’s a blue star on his photo, and Amy vaguely recalls Kylie telling her this means he swiped up to “Super Like” her. Her ears burn at the idea Jake would ever actually super like her. 

After setting her glass down on her coffee table and taking a seat on her couch (to avoid breaking glassware, falling over, or other potential consequences), she takes a deep breath and opens up his messages. 

santiago’s on tinder?! whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!!! were the magic themed singles nights not working out for you? :o

gotta say i’m supes flattered you swiped right

but fyi i’m totally going to bring this up at briefing on monday

the whole world has to know i matched with amy santiago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She rolls her eyebrows but continues reading. 


unless you don’t want me to?? 


k you’re not replying

that tells me you either passed out in shock after matching with me (tbh i get it, nbd) 

or you and kylie are having the craziest night of your life :P 

There’s a new timestamp before the next message, and when she checks, she finds he sent it over half an hour after the prior one.

look i’m only saying this cause you swiped right first but if this wasn’t a joke and you were actually interested, i’d be up for dinner or whatever 

It’s the last of his messages, and it sends her reeling. 

Heart racing and hands shaking, she fumbles with her phone to call her best friend. She figures the woman who got her in this mess should help her out of it.

“H-hello?” Kylie’s voice is hoarse and weak, and this makes Amy feel a teensy bit better about her own hangover. Except she’s still freaking out. 


There’s a laugh on the other line. “Honey, you grabbed your phone from me to swipe right the second his face came on the screen and then yelled at it when he hadn’t responded within 30 seconds. You didn’t even bother reading his bio - although I checked, and it was just full of Die Hard quotes and emojis… Not the best or most creative. Like what does that even mean dating-wise? What does that tell you about him as a potential lover? Nothing, Amy, nothing. The only thing it says is that his ideal date is probably a Die Hard marathon and make out session.“

“Oh, God, can we not analyze Peralta’s Tinder profile right now?” 

You asked about him! Anyway, what’s up, boo? Did your smoking hot partner actually match with you?” 

“Smoking hot?”

“Your words, not mine.” 

Her cheeks flare up at that, and she groans. She combs her free hand through her hair. “He might have… sent me a bunch of messages and said he was up for dinner or whatever if I was actually interested.”

Kylie makes a high-pitched squeal, and Amy has to bring her phone away from her ear for a second. When she brings it back, her best friend’s talking a mile a minute. “So you are going out with him, right? There is no way in hell you are passing this up, Amy. You’ve been into him forever! You know what, I’m ending this call right now. You need to message him back or text him or call him or something. Text me updates ASAP!” 

The line goes silent after that, and Amy’s left with a bigger headache than the one she woke up with. 

After staring at the ceiling for another minute or hour (she can’t tell), she goes back into the app and pulls up his message. Throwing all caution to the wind, she sends: Hey! :) Are you free tonight?

His reply comes almost instantaneously, which is good because she otherwise would have gone insane.

ya! what do you want to do?? i’m up for anything ;)

ps that winky face wasn’t meant to be sexual or anything, we could literally just sit and talk and eat

or something

no pressure 

An increasingly familiar swell of affection rises in her chest. She pauses to consider her response. Die Hard and takeout at my place?

noice. i’ll be there @ 6

can’t wait, ames!!!!!!! ♥

A series of knocks sounding vaguely like the Imperial March announces his arrival later. Amy tucks her hair behind her ears, takes a deep breath, and gets the door. 

Jake has a boyish grin on his face and a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Y’know, Amy, Tinder’s Safety Tips page says you’re always meant to meet someone in public. I hope you don’t invite all your matches to your apartment for movie night. What would Holt say if you got murdered? How would we explain your death to your parents?”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes. Just like that, all the nervousness she felt dissipates. “Come in, Jake.” 

The night ends up going on both of their good date lists. - They order Chinese and fight over the last egg roll. Jake recites half the lines of the movie. (Only half because Amy shushes him at some point). They make out on her couch as the end credits roll over the screen. 

They also delete their Tinder accounts. 


Lionhearted - part 3 - nessian fic

Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.

Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D

Part one : Part two : Part three : Part four : AO3 for comments : this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse


When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with anyone.

Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth, confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.

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Undercover (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I loved how it turned out! Also as soon as my requests opened, I got lots of requests so that will keep me busy!

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: where Spencer watches the reader go undercover as a stripper and he gets really into it and ends up showing her just how much when they get back home

Requested By: anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader is a dancer…

Tags: @dontshootmespence @reidbyers @reidoneshots @hotchnerfuckmeup @crimindsaspe

You stood behind stage, a black silk robe clinging to your body as you prepared for the show.

You knew there would be many eyes on you, the UnSub being one of them, but the skimpy outfit you wore gave you a sense of confidence that kept your head high.

The plan was for you to undercover as a stripper at the same club that strippers were going missing from, and according to your boyfriend Spencer’s calculations, today was his hunting day. Once you were done with your dance, you were supposed to act gullible, let him take you out back where the team was, and have him arrested under low circumstances.

Other than the fact that multiple strangers’ eyes will be on you, you felt pretty ready.

Spencer, JJ, and your best friend Luke will be scanning the crowd for the UnSub and making sure the plan goes accordingly.

You heard the announcer cue your entrance, and the curtains flew open and you strutted out.

You immediately spotted the mop of curls that belonged to your boyfriend and you felt your confidence go up.

People cheered and begged for you to take the robe off, so you started to undo the knot tied at your stomach.

You let the silk fall to the floor and the crowd erupted and money started to get strewn across the stage.

You walked your way to the long pole and swung around it slowly, giving people a tease.

As you came back around, your eyes met Spencer’s.

While preparing for your undercover role, you were almost positive Spencer was going to be jealous with all of these other men catcalling and worshiping you as he had to lay low.

But when you made eye contact with Spencer, you didn’t see jealousy in his eyes, it was desire and lust.

You used that as motivation to get on your knees and crawl to the end of the stage, keeping eye contact with your boyfriend the whole time.

You swung your head to the music before lying on the ground, thrusting your hips upward, making the men whistle and holler.

As the song came to an end, so did your dance.

By the end, you could tell you will be sore in the morning, and your skin was glistening with sweat.

You sat a few chairs away from Luke and he nodded at you, meaning the UnSub was near and approaching you.

“Hey doll.” You heard a raspy voice say behind you.

You turned around and flashed him a smile. “Hey.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked sitting next to you.

“Sure.” You said twirling your hair and glancing over at Luke, who finished his drink before talking in his mic.

You heard the sound of glass on wood as the UnSub set a shot glass in front of you.

You made sure you sat next to a plant so when he threw back his shot, you did too, in the plant.

After a few more ‘shots’, he asked said “Let’s get out of here.”

You clamped your robe around you and held your free hand out, stumbling as you pretended to be drunk.

You felt his hand wander down to your ass, and then you heard footsteps following you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Spencer following you and the UnSub.

As soon as he opened the back door, you heard the click of a gun and Spencer say “let her go.”

The UnSub noticed the trap he walked into and held you tighter.

Spencer saw him reach in his pocket, and before he could pull out his knife, he Spencer grabbed both of his arms and slammed the front of the UnSub’s body against the building before cuffing him.

You were phased by how aggressive that was of Spencer to do, but boy did it turn you on.

Luke took the man to the police car and you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, making you gasp.

“It’s just me, are you okay?” He said stepping in front of you.

You nodded and hugged him. “Good job showing him who I belong to.” You said pulling away from the hug with a smirk.

“I’ll be sure to remind you as well who you belong to.” He whispered in your ear before holding him close to you as you both walked to the squad car.


When you arrived to your hotel room, Spencer immediately locked the door and pinned you to the back of it, kissing down your neck as you pulled his hair.

His teeth scraped your pulse point, forcing a moan from your throat as you pushed your hips out to meet his.

When your hips met his, he thrusted forward, hard, sending you into the door again before pinning your hands above your head.

“You looked so good up on that stage Y/N.” He whispered. “With all of those men looking at you, not a single one knew who you belonged to. They didn’t know that… all those dollar bills can’t pay the same amount of pleasure I’m going to give you right… now.” He said before picking you up and gently lying you on the bed.

He pulled the robe from your shoulders and stared at the dark lingerie clinging to your body.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He said. “But I’m going to need you to help me take this off.” He said, making you laugh to yourself. It is a task to take this thing off.

You turned around so he could undo the bra. which was probably the easiest part to taking the lace off of your body.

You started undoing the clips and clasps, slowly letting the fabric peel from your body.

Once it was all off and in some corner of the hotel room, you started to undo his tie.

“I dont think its fair with the amount of clothes you have on.” You said taking the tie loop off from around his head.

You started undoing the buttons of his shirt quickly, throwing it in a pile with the rest of your clothes.

Once he was left in his boxers, he lied you down and started kissing your breasts, one hand squeezing your left one while the other arm was wrapped around your back.

He hummed into your skin before rolling you over on your stomach.

You could feel his eyes on your ass as his fingers traced down your back, ever so lightly grazing your skin.

You and Spencer have never had sex doggy style, but that was about to change tonight.

“Can you get on your hands and knees right here for me?” He asked sweet and innocently, the words rolling off his tongue like silk.

You complied, shuddering at the position and knowing what was about to happen next.

He discarded his boxers and sheathed himself with a condom before grabbing your hips tightly.

He entered you quickly, sending a quiet squeak to erupt your throat, that Spencer enjoyed greatly.

“You take me so good darling.” He said reaching to your chest and pinching your left nipple between his long fingers.

“Spencer please move!” You begged as you pushed your hips further into him.

He smirked before thrusting out slow and in fast, the pace that you loved he chose when having sex.

His other arm hooked beneath your hips as he held you tight against him.

His thrusts made your boobs bounce, leaving his mouth watering as he stared down at you.

Your knuckles were turning white at how hard you were gripping the sheets so you let your face lie in the pillow as your fingers slowly moved to your aching clit, desperate for attention. 

Spencer noticed that you were touching yourself and he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them to the bed in front of you, making you yelp into the pillow.

“It’s my job to make you feel good. Am I not doing a good job?” He asked roughly as he thrusted in and out of you.

“N-not enough.” You murmured into the pillow. “Faster, harder. please.” You begged as drool spilled from your lip onto the pillow.

Still pinning your hands to the bed, he thrusted harder into you as he placed kisses to your back.

You moaned uncontrollably into the pillow as you arched your back more, the new angle making his tip strike your g-spot with every thrust.

“Spencer! I’m so close!” You yelled into the pillow as you ground your hips back into his, causing even more delicious friction.

Your legs started trembling against Spencer’s, the feeling of you squeezing around him sending him into an unexpected orgasm.

The sounds of his moans into your back was enough to send to over the edge next, moaning into the pillow as you released around his cock.

He pulled out of you and discarded of his condom before returning to bed, where you lied a panting mess.

Spencer crawled into bed next to you before pulling you close to him, your body limp and jelly-like from the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced.

“Are you okay baby?” He asked pulling the cool blanket over your naked body.

“Yeah I’m great.” You said with a huff. “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had just FYI.” You said with a euphoric smile.

Spencer smiled proudly as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and you both fell into a deep sleep.

She's Like The Wind - Part Two

Summary: You have been blind for over 10 years. During the apocalypse, you use your utmost strength in order to survive while also fending off your mixed feelings for the big bad leader of your community, the Sanctuary.

Pairings: Negan x Blind Reader

Warnings: language. violence.

Note: the wives are in this chapter for like a second. but just fyi, they are very ooc for story purposes.

Both you and Jesse stood there in silence as Negan approached the scene. You heard Dwight chuckle lightly under his breath, and you knew that he was heavily debating about ratting on your best friend. Negan’s heavy footsteps ceased and you could guess that he was now only a few feet in front of you and Jesse. You swore that you could practically feel him smirking at the both of you.

“How are my two best guards doing on this fantastic damn day?” Negan’s voice blurted out, and you could sense a slight sarcasm in his careless tone.

“We’re doing fine, thank you.” You immediately spoke up in response with a firm tone. You knew that Jesse was scared, and that any response from him at the moment would be incomprehensible.

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038: “Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud.” 

Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Warnings: won’t be long bc of lack of time, reader’s aware of Barry being Flash
Words: 983

A/N: Don’t remember who requested this..:/ But if you’re reading this, and you wanna be tagged, DM me;) AND just a little FYI: This will be a little mix with falling in love and living together B) LASTLY, an anon wanted to get Barry’s reaction when reader called him baby Barr, well here ya go;))


‘I swear to God if they don’t stop soon…’ Y/N walked around in her apartment. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the time was 2:30 AM, and she wasn’t in bed yet: Because of the loud thumps coming from upstairs, she had given up on sleeping a long time ago.  
“You’re frickin’ eight years old, why aren’t you asleep yet!” The cereal in her mouth caused her to spit milk while letting her frustration out. Unfortunately, it also woke Y/N’s roommate up, who joined her party seconds later.

“Why are you yelling this early, Y/N?” Barry’s bed hair worsened when he raised his hand to ruffle it more up. If it wasn’t for the fact that Y/N had gotten used to weak knees for seeing Barry all the time, her jelly-legs would have collapsed right then and there.
“Why am I yelling? Why are those kids ruining my- no, go get your own!” She had to interrupt herself to prevent Barry from eating her food.
“They are two years younger than us, Y/N,» It was as if he knew he was provoking her – Barry and his never-ending logic. “Wow, some party going on up there,” Barry continued, making Y/N sigh in frustration. 
“Oh is it? I didn’t know!!” The last part directed to the ceiling made Barry laugh.
“You think this is funny?!”

“A bit,” he said, taking his own spoon full of cereals in his mouth, looking at Y/N. Not many guys his age could count themselves lucky to live with their crush and see them both at their best and worst times. Strange thing is that for Barry, there really weren’t any bad ones when it came to Y/N. He simply liked everything about her. From her grumpy mood in the mornings to her ecstatic self when talking about her biggest passion – his favorite moments being when she would show him cute videos of baby animals.

“What are they even doing up there?! Who can be this happy this late at a Wednesday!?” Barry was starting to like this more and more, his on growing smile made Y/N snap:
“Stop being so sadistic, will you? Tomorrow is important! I need my beauty sleep, and I need to be focused on important days!”
“You don’t need beauty sleep,”
“Well of course I do! Kids will be fleeing the streets by the look of me!” Barry shook his head at Y/N’s nonsense.
“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud,” 
“What?” Barry hopped off the counter he had been seated on for their whole chat and walked over to his confused roommate.

“Well, your lack of sleep is making you delusional, so we need to shut the kids up, now shall mommy or daddy do that,” he made a fist, preparing, though by the look on Y/N’s face, he continued with a smile: “Well, you clearly don’t want to do it, considering you haven’t walked up there yet, and I’m not exactly decently dressed…” He referred to his uncovered torso and bare legs.
“Alright,” Y/N laughed, “but get ready to throw on some clothes, Flash,”

“I don’t want to do this. I don’t, and this is unfair, they woke me first!” Y/N lost against her metahuman crush.
“Now, come on, be the good, big girl I know you are,” Barry nudged into Y/N with that little spark in his eyes she could die for. Changing the subject, Y/N instantly nudged a bit harder in a jokingly matter. 
“Are you calling me fat?!” Taking her by surprise, Barry embraced Y/N in a hug before she could get away from him. His chin rested on her head while chills were running down Y/N’s back as she felt each breath he took as his chest moved.
“You know that’s not true, Y/N/N,”

“Please, baby Barr, come and join me at least?” Barry’s body seemed to stiffen for a couple of seconds.
“Uh-uhm, s-sure,” When his cool took its break, Y/N decided to be the bold one, and turned around to face the boy she had grown to love so much.
“Well let’s go then, speedster, so we soon can get to bed already,” it didn’t take long for Y/N’s smirk to falter when she realized what she had just said. So turning around in her walk towards the door, her cheeks had changed their color to a more red tone.
“Uhm, well, uh- you know what I meant,” Barry just laughed it off, and followed his girl out the door. It was time to play family. Though he didn’t know this would just be the very first of the many rest to come. 


A/N: I know it’s a crappy ending, and you don’t deserve crappy endings – especially since y'all have been so patient with me being just horribly inactive!! Well, exams are starting next week, but I’ll see what I can do untill then;)

Crowley’s little girl. Part III.

Characters: Demon!Reader, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Claire Novak (mentioned), Jody Mills (mentioned)

Parings: Demon!Reader x Crowley (Daughter and Father), eventually Demon!Reader x Dean/Sam Winchester (I think there is going to be a Sam x Reader angsty fluff at some point in a further part)

You are one of Crowley’s crossroad demons, but not any demon, no.. you are his daughter. A so called Cambion. Half demon, half human. When a girl named Claire summoned you, everything changed.


You popped up at the same crossroad that Claire has summoned you before. The sun was set and a slight breeze of wind was running through your hair, ruffling it up. There was a little farm house in the distance and a little forest on the other side. You stood there in silence and for the very first time in your life you realized how beautiful earth was. A strange noise coming from your pocket tore you out of your wandering gaze. The phone your father gave you a while ago rang loudly.

„Father.“ you answered the phone.

„Just a quick update, my dear. Their home is warded against any kind of evil. You won‘t find them as long as they stay there.“ Crowley explained. „Oh.. and by the way.. the Winchesters are quite shirty, be careful and don‘t draw to much attention to you.“

„But how am I supposed to find them then?“ you asked confused, just as the king of hell hung up on you, without any further information.

„Great…“ putting your phone back in your pocket, you tried to figure out how to start your manhunt. You remembered that the Winchesters came from the small forest when they wanted to stop the deal. You decided to take the little road that was guiding you towards the woods.

Some leafs were laying on the ground, crackling from your steps, while some where hanging on the trees rustling in the wind. You enjoyed your walk on this little gravel path, but soon the way branched-off. Taking the left branch you ended up on a road. A few street lights standing on each side. Indecisive you decided to follow the long road which seemed like forever, when suddenly a glare dazzled your view. A long black car passed your way and your senses told you exactly who sat behind the steering wheel. You stepped out to stand in the middle of the street holding out your right arm. The car lights started to flicker until they went out completely and the car broke down. You stared directly into the drivers eyes who sat there throwing an angry look your way, recognizing you again. You lifted one eyebrow and smirked at him before you disappeared with a flick of your fingers.

Dean got off the car and looked around, his hands on his gun, which was tucked in his pants. It took him a few minutes to make sure you were really gone. When he continued driving you appeared without a sound in the backseat „Hello, handsome.“

He hit the brake in shock, when he saw you in the driving mirror, almost causing an accident with one of the street lights. The car stopped and he turned around, pointing his gun at you, just as he realized that you were gone again. „Son of a bitch!“

„Why so naughty, Dean?“ you popped up at the passenger seat, smirking at him.

He quickly pointed the gun towards you. „It’s you!“

„If you try to kill me, I‘m gonna shorten the deal“ you said, using your abillity of telekinesis to turn the gun around pointing it at Deans forehead.

„You can not shorten the deal if I kill you first“ he said, with a face expressed in fury.

„Are you sure about that, Winchester?“ you asked amused.

„Oh, I am damn sure about that.“ Dean replied, quickly pulling out his knife, leaping at you, but you disappeared the moment he grazed you.

Dean crawled out of his car, when you popped up behind him. „By the way, it is not my decision to withdraw a deal, just FYI.“ you said, just as he stormed towards you, trying to stab you again.

You stood there not moving a muscle. When he got closer you lifted your arm, tossing Dean against one of the trees.

„You listen to me…“ you started lifting Dean up, choking him. „I will tell you this one last time.. you can not kill me.“ you told him enraged, watching him as he grasped for air.

You stepped closer to him, moving him down to the ground again. „I will end you.“ you whispered in his ear as you vanished again.


P.O.V. Winchesters/Bunker

Sam stood in the kitchen, making some food for Claire and Jody, when a loud bang of the heavy bunker door made him spill his ingredients in shock. He bowed down to clean the floor when his brother stomped into the room.

„What is it, Dean?“ Sam stood up, giving him an exasperated look.

„Here“ he threw some sort of device into Sams hands, who unintented dropped the ingredients, which he just cleaned up, to catch it.

„Really?“ Sam said annoyed as he looked into his hands. „Is that a tracking device?“

„I had a little conversation with Crowley‘s little princess and slipped that into her pocket.“ Dean said, grabbing a beer from the fridge. „Hurry up, Sammy. We‘ve got a job do to.“


P.O.V you

After your little discussion with the older Winchester brother, you popped up at a bar not far away, settling yourself down and getting a few drinks. Half-drunk you headed back out to find a place to stay, Demon or not, you were half human too and needed some sleep. It took you about one hour to find a place. You finally got keys to a little room and when you wanted to open the door you suddenly heard the click of a gun right behind you.

„You again?“ you turned around, facing Dean.

„Well, this time I am not alone.“ he shrugged, when all of a sudden you got hit in the head from a blunt object. Everything around you turned black as you fainted to the ground.

A massive headache woke you up. You looked up, your view was blurred. It took you a few moments to get clear again, when you wanted to lift your hand to rub your eyes, you felt something tight holding your arm down. As your view got clearer you saw that you were tied up to a chair. A table in front of you. Your ankles were fixed against the chair with some kind of belts, your wrists tied up with ropes and a heavy chain, connected to kind of a collar, was wrapped around your neck. A big demon trap was drawn on the ground around your chair. You tried to release yourself, but nothing worked. Suddenly the metal shelves, that were standing in front of you, opened up side to side with a loud creaking sound. The bright artificial light blinded your view. With squeezed eyes you tried to figure out what happened.

„Did you sleep well, sweetheart?“ Deans voice appeared in front of you.

The next thing you felt was a wet burning ache on your face. You shrieked out in pain „what was that?!“

„Holy water.“ Sams voice rang threw the room, as he stepped closer to you. „You have to undo the deal.“

Dean stepped right in front of you, bracing himself on the table, flinging out the demon blade, attaching it to your neck. „Cancel.. the deal..“ he yelled at you as he carved a little cut down your neck, which made you scream in eternal pain.

„I can‘t! My Da..“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Sam splashed the next round of holy water at you. The pain was so intense that it almost brought tears to your eyes, as you screamed out again. You started to breath heavily, grasping for air.

„Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,“ Sam started.
„omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,“ he continued as you could tell he got nervous, „omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.“. But then he stopped.

„What are you waiting for, Sam!?“ Dean asked furiously.

„It is not working“ Sam tried to justify himself.

„What?“ his big brother asked doubtfully.

„It is not working, Dean“ he reassured him.

You looked up to Sam, he was staring straight into your eyes with a concerned look. „What are you?“ he asked calmly.

„Does that matter, Sam? We ..“ Dean started, as you cut him off

„A cambion.“ you stuttered.

„A what?“ Dean asked curiously.

Just as you wanted to explain your situation, Sam stopped you. „A cambion, Dean. She is half demon, half human.“

„Oh, great. Isn‘t that thing the most powerful kind of demon?!“ Dean questioned irritated.

„I could be“ you interrupted the discussion, both of the boys stared at you now. „My Dad.. well, Crowley as you call him, took most of my abilities. He thinks I am not trained enough. Right now I am just his stupid little crossroad demon until you guys showed up.“

„On which side are you? I don‘t mean to offend you, but to me you don‘t seem like a dangerous demon.“ Sam asked you and you could tell you could feel something you never did before. Sorrow.

„I grew up in hell, no one ever really cared or respected my human needs. I was born as Dad‘s weapon. I was born to destroy. He wants me to kill you two.“

„Like I said before, not if I kill you first!“ Dean lunged out to stab you with the knife, just as Sam held him back.

„DEAN! She is human too! We do not kill human beings!“ Sam tighten the grip around Deans arm, who was clearly pissed. „let her explain first.“ Dean wrested himself out of Sams grip.

“My Dad knew that I didn’t really wanted to lay a finger on somebody. I‘m just doing what I get told. Otherwise I‘ll get punished. I have to be tough in front of him and do what he wants me to do. You two are the first people I can tell about this. He watches every step I make and can hear every word I say, but now, that I am in your warded bunker, he can‘t.“ you explained.

„Give us a few minutes, I have to discuss something with my brother.“ Dean pushed Sam out of the little room, where you were held in and closed the shelves behind him.

You could hear them talk about how Dean still wants to kill you and how he didn’t believe a word you said. You started to get scared that they can actually kill you now. Maybe Sam just wanted information and that‘s the reason why he was so nice and calm. None of them released you off the chair, which gave you every right to think, that you‘ll either rot in here or die. An idea popped up in your mind, you might can‘t get rid of this chair by your own and can‘t call for help, because no demon would hear you down here, but you still had Diwo. The bond between the two of you was bigger than the bond between you and your Dad, and your hellhound had quite a few stronger abilities than normal hellhounds do. Diwo was created to keep you safe and help you in every situation, which made you believe that this warded bunker, won‘t stop him from making his way in there. You focused every last power you had to call him for help. Not a minute later he appeared through a drain, which was hanging on the wall.

„Good boy, can you get mommy out of here“ you asked him quietly, so the Winchesters couldn‘t hear you.

Diwo started to scratch the demon trap a tiny bit so its effect would vanish. After he could get himself entrance into the trap he broke the chains and the ropes by biting them in two. The chains fell to the ground with a loud jangle.

„Did you hear that?“ you could hear Dean from outside the room

You disappeared before they could see what was going on. Popping up in hell again, you found your father standing in your room, giving you an angry, blaming look. „Are you out of your mind?“ he asked you with a disgruntled voice.

„I.. I don‘t know what you mean, father.“ you stuttered.

He stepped forward to you, letting his right hand resting on your cheek. „Do you think I am foolish?“ he gave you a warm smile which soon turned to a vicious look, when he suddenly raised his hand and slapped your face. You fell to the ground trying to hold back your tears.

„I‘m sorry, dad! I was scared!“ you cried out.

„You are sorry? You fooled me all the time. You never wanted to kill. You just wanted to get out of here. I gave you everything, Y/N and all I get in return is disobedience?“ Crowley snapped his fingers, and you could feel your abillities dissolving. „You wanna get out of here? Let me tell you something”, he insisted.

„Get the hell out of hell.“ he flicked his fingers once again, sending you back to the crossroad.


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Shameless - Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

this is a one-shot based off the song “shameless” by all time low (one of the best bands in the world, fyi). the reader is also gender/race/age/sexuality neutral – I don’t know who reads these, but I aim to be as inclusive as possible. 

it is directly based on the line: you talk like you’re famous // you’re shameless

bet y’all weren’t anticipating this – happy new year!!!!!!!! 

comments, feedback, requests: all welcome, all adored.

thank you for everything :) x

In a perfect world, Tom was still dating Y/N. In a perfect world, they are living together, sharing an apartment (maybe), and they have a dog and they have cutlery and china and all that fancy stuff. In a perfect world, they would still be America’s new “it” couple.

But sadly, perfect worlds don’t exist and Tom and Y/N broke up 3 months ago. 

And Tom would like to say he isn’t angry or that he isn’t kind of bitter about the whole situation – he understands that people grow apart and break up, etc – but the way Y/N handled the breakup made it seem like it wasn’t even real. Tom was angry because you made it seem like you took complete advantage of the breakup and boosted your image, while Tom was left sobbing on his sofa for a week. 

And Tom wishes he could say he doesn’t know anything about ‘fake Hollywood relationships’ – but that would make him a very big liar. He’s guilty of those, too – promoting a movie sometimes comes with having to go out to dinner with someone you shared the screen with. Sometimes you have to use those 'coincidentally borderline romances’ to have people talk about you and your movie. He knows that sometimes people will be in mutually-understood relationships like that – but he doesn’t understand why it feels like he was left in the dark about this one.

You dated for 10 months before you decided to call it quits – he knew that it was your decision to break-up (Tom thought things were going really well for you at the time – he even thought about getting a puppy with you in the new year) and everything just seemed to throw him off-guard. 

What with the chatter about your new movie coming out and the talk about you finally being nominated for an Oscar, you were set to have a crazy year – and you never mentioned to Tom anything about needing some time or needing a breather or needing anything really. You had spent the last two months of your relationship talking about how you and Tom were going to look like some high school juniors going to prom – you made jokes about Tom appearing like a trophy husband as you walked the red carpet. Everything was great – up until it wasn’t. 

Then things became confusing and terrible – you were pissed about things that didn’t need much attention; you were upset all the time and Tom tried to help but you always pushed him away; you were always trying to keep everyone away at arms-length. Tom wishes he could say he didn’t care or that he wasn’t hurt, but that would diminish everything he felt during those last couple of weeks. 

Everything he did suddenly became “the problem” of the relationship – staying too close or being too far away and he was suddenly the one trying to ruin the relationship. So when Tom finally suggested doing something about it – whilst holding pamphlets for couple’s therapy – that’s when you decided to call it quits. And that’s when you left.

And promo for your new movie started that same weekend. 

“So, Y/N, how is the single life treating you?” some snobby looking reporter asked.

“It’s good yeah – finally getting some time to myself. Been polishing some stuff up for my new book – I’m really glad I’ve got a great fanbase backing me! Things have been really incredible these last few months.” You tried to smile politely and you were hoping your discomfort wasn’t present in your tone of voice.

“Well, obviously one of the biggest questions we’ve had since the breakup is 'why?’” He smiled.

“It was just like all other breakups really… We just drifted apart – wanted different things – everything ended amicably, though." 

"So, no bad blood then?”

You smiled tightly, “No, no bad blood.”

When the short interview was over (your last of the batch), you posed one final time for the cameras. Considering you weren’t very well-known still, you figured they should have had enough photos of you by now. You smiled – your camera smile of course – and then thanked everyone and walked to the end of the red carpet with your head slightly bowed. 

You were definitely trying to keep your mind clear of all distractions at the moment – you didn’t need to be nervous about other things along with your nervousness for the movie premier. 

You caught up with one of your castmates – although you had never been part of a major movie production before this, you knew that it was normal to feel anxious about how the critics would review the film. All your other roles – all for smaller, amateur films (mostly done by your friends back home) – had never been anywhere near the scale this film had been at. Shooting on location – in Greenland of all places! – had made you very perceptive and had given you loads of experience for any other roles you were hoping of getting. You had even auditioned for a Nolan film last week – you’re also pretty sure you nailed it – if the writers’ reaction was anything to go by.

“Hey Y/N. How’re you doing?” Your castmate Alfred Enoch asked as you began moving towards the giant screening hall. “Press treat you all right out there?” He laughed his big belly laugh and wrapped an arm around you, squeezing your left shoulder lightly. 

“They’re animals!” you joked lightly. “All of them!” Considering you shared a considerable amount of screen time with Alfred, it was nice to be reunited outside of the set. You laughed at Alfred’s laugh and continued to walk to your seats, near the front of the theater

“Well,” he said, “let’s hope they got what they wanted.” You smiled and took your seat next to him. 




     Just when you thought Hollywood couldn’t get any shadier – newcomer Y/N Y/L/N has managed to do some really gritty stuff. The youngster has managed to create more chatter on the web when they were recently seen getting cozy with co-star Alfred Enoch at their movie premiere last night. The two, who according to sources, were inseparable in Greenland – and it seems the magic continues to follow them. Look at the pictures from last night, here.

And remembering that it was Tom who got Y/N the audition for this movie, and ultimately the role, is Tom to thank for this new couple? 

     What are your thoughts on this new couple? Think Alfred was the reason for the Tom/Y/N breakup? Let us know in the comments below!

@YourTwitterHandle: Can’t believe people take a moment between friends and decide to flip it around

@YourTwitterHandle: Alfred and I have been friends since we started filming – insane to think that friendships are suddenly romantic relationships as soon as someone hugs someone else

@YourTwitterHandle: Anyways – go watch our movie in theaters now!

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tomholland2013: “you talk like you’re famous, you’re shameless”

He picked up on the third ring. 

“Hello, darling. How might I be of service?" 

"I know your Instagram caption was aimed at me, you shady asshole.” You were absolutely fuming – Tom did not have any right to attack you, especially through an Instagram caption.

“I’m great! Thank you so much for asking – how are you?” He spoke in a condescending manner.

“Cut the shit, Holland.” You didn’t want his sassy bullshit. “I want to know what you were trying to say and I want you to tell me what your problem is.”

“My problem?!” You could tell that he was no longer playing the coy card. “My problem is that everything I ever did was to help you – that movie role was my doing. That book deal was me too.” He was definitely not messing around anymore. “A large percentage of your "fanbase” comes from me – so that’s my fucking problem.“

"So you’re mad that I went and stole some of your fans – is that your problem?!”

“My problem…” He sighed deeply, almost trying to hold back emotion. “My problem is – I did so much for you – nearly ruined my own credibility as an actor – so that you could star in a film when no one knew who you were. I got someone on my team to get publishers to call you. I did so much for you – I fucking created you – and you act like you did it all without me. Without any help.” He mumbled a bit but continued. “You honest to God, talk like you’re famous. Like you built this on your own – but you didn’t. That’s my problem with you right now." 

”…“ You were left without any words. "I di– I didn’t thank you, di-did I?”

“…No, you didn’t.”

“Tom… Tommy…” You could hear his anger slowly dissipating. 

“I’m the worst person in the entire universe…” You sat down on the nearest flat surface and thought about all the months following the audition. “I didn’t thank you – and you did so much for me.”

“No, Y/N… You don’t have to say anything.” You could hear him shuffling stuff around on the other end. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to feel bad or anything – I was just spewing shit because I was angry. I’m so sorry darling." 

"Tom,” you were nearly whispering into the phone. “I’m so, so incredibly sorry.” Tears were falling from your eyes, but you wiped them as they fell. “I– I didn’t even thank you… I’m such a horrible person Tommy – I’m sorry I never told you how thankful I was…”

You heard Tom try to say something, but you continued talking.

“I was selfish and I never thanked you for everything you did for me. You did so much– and I broke up with you because I was stupidly in love with you – and you were angry throughout the whole thing because of me.”

Tom inhaled and sniffled, “You loved me?" 

"Yes…” you whispered.

“I loved you, too.” He laughed a bit, “Fuck– I still love you.”

You sighed and Tom took that as his cue to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that – I’m sorry. You and Alfred are probably trying to keep things low key and I’m over here ruining everything again." 

"You didn’t ruin anything – ever, Tom.” You hesitated for a second before you continued. “And I’m not dating Alfred or anyone else for that matter.”

“That’s, that’s good – or well, I mean, unfortunate for you. I mean, that’s– that’s if you even wanted to date anyone anyways…”

You laughed at him, feeling good about how naturally awkward Tom tended to be when he was trying to be nonchalant. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head, Tom. I get what you meant.”

“You think my head is pretty?”

“The prettiest.” You smiled and imagined Tom rubbing his hand over the back of his head – which was exactly what he was doing when you said that.

“Thanks,” you could feel his shy small radiating through the phone. “Well… I guess you’ve gotta go get stuff done…”

“Yeah…” You didn’t want to hang up, but you had a plane to catch soon. “Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah?” You hoped you weren’t imagining how hopeful he sounded.

“I miss you…”

“I miss you.”

You smiled and figured things would be okay. 

“We should meet up soon – you know, in the new year and stuff…” You bit your lip.

“I…. I definitely agree… New year, new us, right?”

You laughed, “You’re a dork, Holland.”

He laughed too, “I’ll see you soon, then, yeah?”

“Yeah – bye, Tommy.”

"Bye, Y/N. Happy new year.

"Happy new year.”





    “One of the greatest things to happen to me this year is getting back together with Tom [Holland]. We finally figured out how to get things done, how to be independent, while still being in a relationship. I’m forever thankful for his love and his support.” said the youngster about Spider-Man. 

Considering we’ve seen Y/N’s humbleness through all recent award nominations, we’re sure they’ve managed to gain a new perspective post-breakup. What are your thoughts on their rekindling? 

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tomholland2013: waiting for my person to get home from filming like… @YourInstagramHandle, hurry up!

anonymous asked:

Omfg yes please write Sormik hanahaki, it will be so painful

done and done i hope the angst is to your liking my friend (╯’ u ’)╯

FYI, This whole endeavor was heavily inspired by @doodlesala‘s work for Sormik Week 2017 found here (really it’s beautiful you should go see it).  


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The first petal came without warning, in the middle of a fight while on their way to Rayfalke Spiritcrest. Sorey had just deflected a hellion that had charged for Mikleo’s open back—a weird and filmy moment in the Shepherd’s memory—and felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He shoved himself in between, behind the water seraph, and swung his sword in a wide arch to move the enemy and the other beast with it back. He purified the first hellion. He felt himself gag.

He bent his body away from the battle. Something was rising with every awkward and half-obscured breath and when whatever-it-was turned out to be soft and tickled his lip after he coughed it up, he curiously lifted it away to see a soft blue petal.

Funny, he thought as he stared at the petal pinched between his two fingers in puzzled shock. He couldn’t remember eating flowers for breakfast.

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anonymous asked:

Oh the angst is killing me I love it! Can you please add on reactions to the previous request with the s/o dying in their arms for Kakashi and Yamato please?? Thank you so much I love your writing!!

fyi, i cried at both endings, anon. these killed me and i absolutely love you for it.

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Kakashi Reacting to his S/O Dying in His Arms

In addition to all the other nightmares he suffers through, this was one of them.

The people who considered themselves Kakashi’s enemies had managed to take you from him. One moment, you were right behind him, and the next you were gone. He had heard your screams as the enemy dragged you off. Panic was rising in his throat; one of his worst nightmares was happening right before his eyes, and he couldn’t stop it.

He was destined to make sure the past didn’t repeat itself. Kakashi followed the echoes of your screams, following the distant echo of his name. Kakashi felt like throwing up, the anxiety and worry riding high, scratching away at his cool demeanour, replacing it with one filled with anger, despair, and rage.

You had been with him in the darker parts of his life, and you had made his life a bit easier for him to endure. He loved your company, and the constant fear of that no longer being a reality was making his actions erratic. He couldn’t lose you; he wasn’t going to allow them to take you from him.

The moment he heard silence was when he thought you had managed to get away from them, and were searching for him. Desperate, Kakashi called out, trying to find you. “____!” His voice was the only thing echoing in the forest, pressing forward until he heard raspy breathing.

Kakashi didn’t know whether to scream, to move, or to cry. He stood still, limbs unmoveable, watching you struggle to keep breathing until he got to you. All at once, he saw Rin on the other end of his arm, Obito dying for him. And damn it, he’s lost you too.

Rushing forward, he tried to do what he could to stop the blood from flowing out of your throat. It surprised him to see you clinging to life, waiting for him.

“____, I’m so sorry… I should have… I can’t believe… I’m-” Kakashi quickly became a blubbering mess, watching the colour drain from your face. He dared a glance at your expression, thinking you would be angry at him.

It was the opposite. You were smiling, smiling that Kakashi was here in your final moments, trying to keep you alive as long as was possible. Reaching out to hold you as close to him as possible, Kakashi’s entire body shivered at the sound of your final breath leaving your all-too-mortal shell. He thought he was done crying. He didn’t know how wrong he was when it felt like a waterfall had left his eyes.

Another thing to haunt him in his dreams. Another thing to regret.

Originally posted by rockingthegraveyard

Tenzou Reacting to his S/O Dying in His Arms

Yamato was used to people leaving him; he was used to being alone. However, you were a prime exclusion. He didn’t think he could live without you. You made his life seem easier. You made his days bright and happy.

He took those days for granted when he lost sight of you. He had made it his main priority to keep you safe from harm, so much so that he didn’t know that you had been doing much the same thing when Kabuto had been sending out some of his reanimated henchmen to capture him for Hashirama’s cells in his body.

He heard you scream out his name, telling him to jump or move, but when he saw you struggling with your own battle his body went into overdrive, attacking this way and that, dying to keep you safe. He had been knocked down after his frenzy had died out, being forced to watch you attempt to take down several heavily armed reanimated ninja. You had managed to kick the one that was holding Yamato down off him, so he had free movement once more, but even then, he moved too painfully slowly.

All it took was one mistake, one slip of the foot, and Yamato was crying out your name when one of the enemy’s blades had found your heart. The look of shock on your face, the jolt of pain radiating from your chest, was enough to have the enemies withdraw, hissing that they were supposed to capture him, not kill you.

Groaning from his heavy wounds, Tenzou pushed himself towards you, the mantle of “Captain” falling off him when he couldn’t protect you when you needed it most.

“At least I…” Your lips were stained with your own blood, coughing up in attempts to breathe. “Was able to protect you… In my f-final moments…” You gurgled out.

“No! These are not your last moments, ____!” Tenzou’s voice was frantic, trying to make himself move, get you somewhere to be healed. “You hear me!?” His voice lowered to a whimper, whispers falling on dead ears. “Please… Don’t leave me…”

“I don’t want to be alone…”

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Fourteen

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

 ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW

Pulling into the parking lot of her restaurant,  Aria found a couple men lounging around the front door. Pursing her lips, she hesitated a moment wondering why anyone would be hanging out when they didn’t open until afternoon. 

Keeping her phone in hand, she gathered her laptop bag and purse. Pushing her sunglass up to hold her bangs out of her face, she approached with narrowed eyes.
As they saw her approaching, one pulled out a camera while the other grabbed a small notebook from his pocket.
“Aria St. James?” The shorter of the two asked, his red face and rumpled clothes giving her the impression that he had just rolled out of bed after a bender.
“Yes…” She replied flinching as the man’s camera went. “Can I ask why you’re taking my picture and standing on my doorstep?”
“We’re from Startimenews.com and we wanted to ask you a few questions about your relationship with Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
Cocking an eyebrow Aria replied, “How exactly did you hear about this supposed relationship?”
“We have a lot of sources ma'am.”
“Alright. Well that’s kinda private don’t you think?”
“Mr. Morgan’s a public figure.”
“So? the public deserves to know.”
“They deserve to know his private affairs? I doubt it. Look guys. I’m not sure what kind of story you want but I know Jeff, we’re close. He’s a wonderful man and I’m a busy woman. So unless you want to help set tables or peel potatoes I’ve got to be on my way.”
After a few pictures of Aria opening and locking the door, the two men walked away. Aria scowled at the big windows and pulled her phone out. Texting Jeffrey a quick message telling him their relationship was outed and she probably pissed the inter-webs by not giving them inner details of their sex life. Her phone rang instantly. 

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Training - Nick Amaro

Nick Amaro x Reader
Summary: Meeting Nick at a community gym, and he gives you boxing advice.


Tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Her pony tail swished side to side as she hit the punching bag before her. She wanted to channel all the rage that she had felt this week straight into that bag. Her sharp eyes glared at one spot on the bag, as if the punching bag was something other than an inanimate object hanging from the ceiling. The rest of the people working out around her could feel the intensity oozing from her.

Today was Nick’s day off. Normally, Nick would work out at the precinct’s gym and he doesn’t like to take the day off when it comes to his fitness. He knew that he had to keep in tip top shape in order to keep up with some of the criminals on the streets. There’s no day off when it comes to keeping in shape. He didn’t feel like stopping by work, since he wasn’t working that day. He switched it up and decided to settle for a community gym near his house.

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Zach Werenski #6

Anonymous said: Hey! Could u write a zach werenski imagine where you two watch a scary movie , and if ur comfortable, end with then making out/smut? Thanks :)

A/N: fyi i have no idea how this movie goes, i myself hate horror movies and refuse to watch them. so just pretend like i know that i’m talking about :) hope you liked it!!! also sorry if my smut is either a) shit or b) too much lol

Word Count: 1,560

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

It was pretty understandable that Zach didn’t want to go out anywhere after such a long day at practice. And honestly, you were more than okay with it, seeing that you could now throw on one of his hoodies and snuggle up in his bed. You preferred that over going out most days, actually. 

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Kim Junmyeon/Lee Sunmi (OC/Reader)
There will be smut in future chapters.

00.   Prologue

“We’re here.” Your father’s voice cut through your thoughts.

You sighed and smoothed down your dress before slowly followed your parents out of the car and into the venue. As soon as you entered the beautiful hall one of your father’s work acquaintances approached you and both families were swept into the mandatory introductions and pleasantries.

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Send me a prompt xx

  1. I did my patriotic duty
  2. Remember that time when we turned a can of Axe into a flame thrower?
  3. I woke up next to a veteran this morning
  4. So I had a dream last night that involved you
  5. And I didn’t hate it
  6. If anyone could figure out how to pee on someone’s soul, it would be you
  7. Thank you for extending my knowledge on the effects of vodka
  8. You always know what to say to make me feel better
  9. Speak of what happened and I will kill you
  10. I’m not above blackmail
  11. I found them in the bathroom trying to wrap an American flag around Steve
  12. It’s really sad I had to specify this but…
  13. I didn’t ask questions
  14. Why can’t I come over and snuggle?
  15. I am taking my rightful place as ruler of the undead appearance wise
  16. You’re doing that ‘overestimating how much I care’ thing again
  17. Good lord you suck at this wake up call
  18. Son of a bitch took my liquid eyeliner
  19. If I can, after drinking enough vodka to knock out a Russian soldier, muster up enough motivation to call you the next morning the least you can do is pick up and listen.
  20. I’m like Cupid
  21. The fact you thought licking it would fix it boggles my mind.
  22. I don’t understand it.
  23. You’re a whore with a bow and arrow
  24. It worked
  25. Not the point here, guys
  26. Woke up with chlamydia and a bruised rib
  27. Don’t call the police the police about the strange man passed out in his car.
  28. I’ll collect him later
  29. I love you
  30. Sorry I punched you in the throat. You got in my way. You understand.
  31. It’s like autocorrect knew you weren’t well endowed
  32. Let’s play a game called ‘Chill the hell out’. You’re the first contestant
  33. I am NOT getting arrested in a wig!
  34. I think I’m at that stage in my life where I subconsciously purposefully mess everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
  35. That doesn’t involve shooting people. Or stabbing them.
  36. I don’t understand how I managed to fuck up so much in an hour and a half
  37. I cried for thirty minutes at the bar before the bartender helped me and gave me free drinks for the rest of the night
  38. I’m confused why you asked me to buy you a life alert at 3:28 this morning
  39. Have a merry Christmas
  40. I’ve been here twenty minutes and a sweaty half naked man has kissed me
  41. What happened?
  42. I thought I told you to wait.
  43. And apparently I tried to pay for a drink with a tampon
  44. I think I fucked up my elbow when I tried to fight off the paramedics
  45. .Shut up
  46. I wear heals bigger than your dick
  47. Are you sighing and judging me through the phone right now?
  49. I felt like I didn’t get that across well enough
  50. Is it a bad thing that I’ve made out with everyone I work with?
  51. … well anything sounds bad if you say it like that
  52. Her voice kills me.
  53. Are you just sitting in your room drinking popsicle vodka?
  54. It’s the perfect pitch to fuck with my hangover
  55. Fries before guys, foods before dudes, shakes before dates, chips before dicks, lemon bars before football stars, macaroni before screwing’ Tony.
  56. What I’m trying to say I’d can we just have a girls night?
  57. Wanna tell me why vodka seeped out of my mattress when I got into my bed?
  58. How do we have all these hot friends we never do body shots off of?
  59. Not really
  60. Babe
  61. Can we just?
  62. makes grabby hands
  63. What the fuck?
  64. What happened?
  65. I think it is a scientific achievement that I can make jelly that is 95% vodka so suck it up.
  66. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but…
  67. Wow. Damn. Okay.
  68. We’re plotting your demise
  69. We could have the the best hate sex… ever
  70. I’m bonding with your girlfriend
  71. But he’s like a baby bird with his wing broken that I want to FUCK
  72. They pay me to be heterosexual or helpful. I’m going to need a hell of a raise to be both.
  73. I think I pulled a muscle in my tongue
  74. You’ve never felt ridiculous until you’ve walked through downtown in a Viking costume
  75. So you threw a knife at me last night
  76. I honestly wish I could say I was surprised
  77. Well since you’re literally falling for me, it’s hard to say no.
  78. Oh, wait, let me get some popcorn
  79. When he pulled his dick out I told him he brought a knife to a sword fight
  80. I am so sorry
  81. Watching you make your own decisions should be quite the shitshow
  82. I’m about two and a half drinks away from being gay
  83. I’m coming over
  84. Don’t let go
  85. You’re everything I’ve wanted in a friend
  86. You have questionable morals
  87. Do I look like a person who has full control of their limbs on this plane of reality?
  88. You drink too much
  89. If you don’t want me in your apartment you should get better locks
  90. I just felt emotion and I am not okay with it
  91. My move of emasculating men with my superior intellect isn’t as charming when they can’t see my huge rack.
  92. Why do I feel like I really don’t want to know the end of this?
  93. Go big or go home, am I right?
  94. You’ll never guess whose blood is on my shirt
  95. It was just a casual affair
  96. My apologies
  97. I’ll try not to let my dick interfere with official work duties in the future
  98. That’s what you get for having butt ass naked roof top sex at night in the middle of December
  99. Worth it
  100. Fuck you!
  101. I’m the Pilot!
  102. Please and thank you
  103. Just come back with most of you limbs… and that mouth of yours
  104. I hate it when she philosophises on my counter drunkenly
  105. He has the ass of a Greek god, honey
  106. He made me break fast
  107. Not even sober to I understand Latin
  108. Drunk is not a location
  109. I waxed the left side of it and was in too much pain to do to right side so now my crotch looks like Cruella Devil
  110. We kind of broke a table while making out
  111. I hate cats
  112. So yes, I’d say it was successful
  113. Pants are for mortals
  114. People like you and me aren’t meant to go for this long without sex
  115. Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in organised folders
  116. You forgot the part where I played slip and slide in my own puke and messed up my knee
  117. I was trying to save face
  118. He just got home drunk
  119. My apartment looks like the apocalypse of sobriety
  120. It may be a clusterfuck, but I’ll be looking classy as shit as I watch the nightmare unfold
  121. Why do I like him?
  122. He literally has no redeeming qualities
  123. Drunk me is basically the Oprah of nudes
  124. I’m going to have a badass scar
  125. Yo! Human Dorito, get your ass out here!
  126. We all know that badassery is carried of the xx chromosome
  127. 90% threatening to punch him in the dick and 10% actually punching him in the dick.
  128. This is like the walk of shame down memory lane
  129. FYI, At my funeral it’s your job to dramatically throw yourself on my casket
  130. Text me if you’re not dead and wanna have a drink later
  131. I’m confused
  132. I’m constantly crying
  133. Do you know anyone else who comes home with as many unexplainable injuries as we do every night?
  134. You keep asking me questions like I have a magic thing called a memory
  135. I want to kill someone right now but at the same time I just really need cuddles
  136. How do you get the ‘hangs out with drunk assholes’ insurance?
  137. I’m still trying to decide whether it’s a compliment or not
  138. It’s the never ending clusterfuck that is my love life
  139. I can say with absolute certainty the only time we’ve had a civil conversation was when we both liked pizza
  140. I’d like to subscribe to your Daddy issues
  141. I’m like, not good at living
  142. I did tell you I spoke over 30 languages
  143. I’m sorry I couldn’t bail you out, apparently they don’t take credit cards over the phone.
  144. Listen, I will certainly take anything I can get my little gay fingers on
  145. I don’t know where I am
  146. I make bad decisions on probably a regular basis
  147. I think this guy is dead
  148. We make up for it in dry humour
  149. What fucking idiot decided to make an entire stupid state where you can’t take a damn right turn. Fuck New Jersey
  150. She is so graceful and swan like
  151. Just calling to say thank you for not dying
  152. I’m still not sure how to feel about the fact that we had a threesome with a guy older than my grandpa
  153. It’s what god put me on earth for
  154. Sorry I wasn’t really responsible earlier. I was really high on adrenaline and very into that car chase
  156. I am pretty great at coffee and mistakes
  157. How did I get here?
  158. It’s my life mission
  159. It took too long for people to come up with things for 'Never have I ever’ so we changed it to 'Don’t judge me but…’
  160. You ever feel like an organ is just failing you?
  161. If you with any of them tell them I apologise for (insert whatever I did wrong here)
  162. All you did was repeatedly scream 'GET IT IN’
  163. Hold on I’ll be right there; I can’t find my arm
  164. Just because I’m a woman and I’m cranky and irritable right now does not mean I’m on my period.
  165. Babe? It’s shark week.
  166. People are talking politics and I have had 9 mimosas
  167. Did you at least make friends in jail?
  168. Help me?
  169. You just can’t follow orders, can you?
  170. What the hell is Code C?
  171. Between the Marvin Gaye and the candlelit dinner, I’d say you’re trying to woo me baby
  172. What made it obvious?
  173. Hell no! I went out this morning to buy those so you better put them right back down
  174. You’re interrupting date night!
  175. you predictable little shit
  176. You can pay me back in chocolate and cuddles
  177. Will you marry me?
  178. I love you and that scares me.
  179. When I told you to tell the cops, I meant federal agents not the local PD, idiot
  180. Why did you run out the room when I arrived?
  181. I feel like I should know you and I’m really sorry that I don’t
  182. I really really like you
  183. I hate you too. The feeling is mutual.
  184. Happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas
  185. I told you not to get into trouble.
  186. I would tell you it’s a pleasure to see you again but I’d be lying
  187. All I ask is….
  188. Boo! I scared you! I didn’t scare you did I?
  189. I knew you
  190. What did I tell you about touching stuff?
  191. I trusted you
  192. I asked you to stay safe for one mission. For one bloody mission and now look at you.
  193. We should get awards just for turning up when disaster strikes
  194. We haven’t been getting paid for years yet we have potentially the most dangerous job on the planet.
  195. We are so bloody stupid
  196. I need a doctor.
  197. Avengers Assemble. Team bonding session is mandatory. Everybody meet in the common room
  198. You’re such a dork
  199. Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?
Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Sixteen

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

“Okay so I have a confession.” Aria stated, her finger swirling a pattern-less trail on his chest. Jeffrey hummed deeply, his hooded eyes meeting hers while sliding a hand up her nude back. “Is this gonna be your veto story?” He asked with a crooked grin. 

Smacking his chest, she giggled and shushed him. “Noooo. Do you want to hear it or what?”
“Fine, fine. Don’t mind me, I’m all ears my dear.”
Snorting, Aria commented, “smartass.”
Wrinkling his nose adorably, he urged. “Tell me.”
“I’ve seen some of your movies and you freaked me the fuck out in the Resident and I hated your guts after the pool table scene in Watchmen.”
Jeffrey couldn’t contain the bark of laughter as he clutched her tighter. “Doll, that both hurts and flatters me.”
Laughing with him, she continued, “And I cried like a fucking baby when you died in Grey’s.”
Cupping her face, he pulled her up and kissed her softly, his lips pulling at hers. “I’m sorry I upset you, baby.”
"Shush.” She smirked, her cheeks heating.
“Is it weird being with me?”
Rolling her eyes she replied, “No. I mean when I first met you, I thought of those roles but I detached them from you after speaking for that little bit.”
“That’s good. I don’t want you thinking I’m some psychopath.”
Giggling, she replied, “Oh I do, I just don’t mind. The sex is too good to walk away from.”
Chuckling deeply, Jeffrey cupped her head and kissed her forehead. His voice was gruff and deep, the sound vibrating under her. “Happy to please darlin’. Happy to please.”
They were quiet, both reveling in the softness of the bed and each other. Aria nuzzled into his side and stretched out along his body, enjoying the warm he generated.
“You fit good.” Jeffrey muttered, his arm wrapping her waist and cupping her head. “Your little curves fillin’ every space.”
Smiling, she tilted her head up to see him smiling down at her. Kissing his palm, she replied, “happy to please.”

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and I s2g if anyone fights me about this I will throw my fridge at you


like, really gay.  full, raging homo.  why on earth would you ship him with a girl?

- “but it’s not confirmed!” /  “he could be bi!”

“What made you want to add a gay character into the Percy Jackson series? What inspired you to write the series?” was asked and answered on Rick’s Goodreads a while ago.  Note, “gay”, with no dispute in the answer.

“Nico had once read a story from Plato, who claimed that in the ancient times all humans had been a combination of male and female.  Each person had two heads, four arms, four legs.  Supposedly, these combo-humans had been so powerful they made the gods uneasy, so Zeus split them in half - man and woman.  Ever since, humans had felt incomplete.  They spent their lives searching for their other halves.  And where does that leave me? Nico wondered.  It wasn’t his favourite story.”  (Blood of Olympus, chapter 15)  Yes.  Very bi/pan/poly.  So much fyi i like vagina.  He’s entirely into girls.  What is a dick anyway?


It’s his sexuality. Idk about you, but I’m aro/ace, and people even jokingly shipping me with anyone else makes me, like, really uncomfortable.

- “but you ship straight characters in same-gender/polyamorous relationships!”

Since we’re talking about Nico here, we’ll leave other fandoms out of it.  Not a single character in any of Rick Riordan’s mythology series has a confirmed sexuality - except for Nico.  And if you’re going to assume characters’ heteroromance/sexuality from their lack of canon attraction to their gender, you and your straight-until-proven-otherwise mindset can just leave.

“I’m only shipping it.  What’s the harm?  I think they’re cute.”

Would you vote for Donald Trump in an election?  Y’know, it’s not the nicest thing to do, but, like, it doesn’t really matter.  It’s one vote.  But you wouldn’t, would you?  (if you would, please, please just leave right now) However insignificant it might be, it’s just wrong.  Also, you’re adding to all the other people that have voted for Donald Trump - quite possibly thinking the same thing.  So don’t vote for Donald Trump, and don’t ship Nico with Thalia or Annabeth or Reyna or the bloody genderbent Will that this demonic corner of the PJO Instagram fandom is a fan of.  (don’t even ask)


I’m sorry, but I can name exactly two book series aimed at middle-grade kids that have LGBTQIA+ characters; Pretty Little Liars and The Heroes of Olympus.  (we’re not counting Harry Potter here.  saying years later that Dumbledore was gay with only minor implications in canon isn’t representation imo, sorry Jo.)  Having representation in kids’ series is so important, and wiping out that representation by ignoring his sexuality or erasing it and headcanoning him as bi/pan/poly is pretty homophobic and disgusting.  We have representation.  Respect it.


Reyna sees him as a brother??  He barely knows Thalia or Annabeth??  And as for “”Willow”” (genderbent Will.  It’s hellish, I promise), that’s straight down homophobia if you keep Nico as a boy.