i had to go back and fix a few things

Jealousy Pt4

Word Count: 1111

    A/N:  this one is cute and I like it! Also I decided that what the hell, I’m gonna keep going with this series because I have a few more ideas I have for it. Also please let me know what you think and if you have any requests let me know! I’d be happy to write some of them! Much love

    “I’m going to give you a week to fix things with her before I come in and take her for my own. You better hope she takes you back.” Archie said before leaving.


    Jughead seemed desperate to get Y/N back, or to at least get her to talk to him. He had called her nonstopFriday through Wednesday and she ignored all of them, even though it hurt her. She ignored him in the halls, and didn’t sit with her friends at lunch, although Archie told her that he stopped sitting there after Monday. He said something about Jughead saying he’s not going to be the reason she didn’t see her friends.

    Betty had already apologized way too many times and Y/N was quick to forgive her. Betty was just confused about Archie, although apparently Betty knew that Archie and her almost kissed. Y/N blushed when Betty brought it up, and apologized as well, but Betty said it was fine. Although Betty seemed to still tense up at the mention of Y/N and Archie, but Y/N just blew it off.

    Laying on her bed, Y/N replayed memories of her and Jughead together. Their daily trips to the diner, nights at the drive in before it shut down, lying down next to him in bed binge watching their favourite tv shows together. She missed his sarcastic sense of humor, the way his hair curled out of his beanie, his smirk he’d give her before they were about to break some laws in the name of justice to find out what happened to Jason. She missed the way he’d blush when she called him handsome after he jokingly bashed on himself, the way he’d hold her when she was sad or upset, the way he’d look in her eyes and stare just a little too long. She missed Jughead, terribly.

    As she thought back on their friendship, Y/N started to realize all the signs she’d missed, all the things that pointed to the fact that Jughead truly did love her, and he had for awhile. He was always there for her, he was her rock and without him beside her the past week she felt like she was slowly losing her mind. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. She needed Jughead, and she needed him now.

Fuck it. She picked up her phone and opened up the messages under Jugheads name. As she started to type, a text message popped up.

Juggie: who are you texting there? ;)

    Y/N turned to the door in her room and there stood Jughead.

    “How the hell did you-”

    “I still have the key you gave me, I used to live here with you, remember?” he teased. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared down at her hands, suddenly feeling very awkward.

    “So why’d you come over?” She asked breaking the silence.

    “I wanted to talk but if you want me to go I-”

    “No!” she practically yelled. Her face turned red at the realization of how desperate she sounded. “I mean… I-I don’t mind if you want to stay-you know if you want..to.” she stammered, and Jughead laughed. He sat beside her on the bed, and for a minute they sat in silence again.

    “I’m sorry.” he said. Y/N looked up at him and found him staring at her. His eyes pierced into hers with a gentle and loving passion, one that she had seen many times and mistaken it as a friendly look, but knew now it meant something more.

    “There’s no need to be.” she said, grabbing his hand.

    “Yes, there is. I hurt you not once but twice in a week. I’m a shitty friend and I’m scared that if we go any further with this relationship I’ll be a shitty boyfriend.” he confessed.

    “So you don’t want to..” Y/N trailed off.

    “That’s not what I mean, I guess…” Jughead stammered over his words, trying to push himself to say what was on his mind. “I love you, Y/N. I should have told you that a long time ago, and I totally understand if I’ve waited too long to tell you.” Y/N sat on the bed in shock. She was unable to speak, or move. She just stared at Jughead.

    “I-uh. Erm…” Y/N shook herself out of her trance, and grabbed Jugheads face and pulled his lips into hers. One of Jugheads hands flew to cup her cheek and the other landed itself on her waist. Neither of them wanted to break the kiss, but finally when the need for air became too much, Y/N pulled away. She opened her eyes to find Jughead with a smile on his face. It was the happiest she had seen him in awhile.

    “So you’ve got nothing to say to me?” Jughead teased.

    “I love you too, Juggie.” Y/N said, smiling up at the raven haired boy.

    “So does this mean we’re, like together now?” Jughead asked, quite shyly. Y/N leaned over and kissed him again, and Jughead pulled her so that she was laying on top of him. He was the one to break the kiss this time, and Y/N laid down beside him, looking up at him.

    “Sure, I mean if you’re even sure you want to be my boyfriend still.” she jokingly said. Jughead wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him.

    “Trust me, I do. And I have for a long time now.” he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Y/N sat up at the sound of the front door opening, and looked down at Jughead.

    “Did someone come here with you?” she asked him. Jughead sat up as well, and looked at her with a confused expression.

    “No, are you expecting someone?”

Y/N shook her head and jumped off the bed, grabbing the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Jughead got up as well, and stood in front of Y/N by the door. They both heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and Jughead took the makeshift weapon from Y/N and held it up.

    “Stay behind me.” Jughead whispered. The door handle to the bedroom door started to turn and Jughead got ready to swing. The door flew open, and Jughead dropped the makeshift weapon and Y/N put her hand over her heart, gasping.

    “What the hell! You scared the shit out of us! How’d you even get in?” she yelled at the intruder.

    “And what are you doing here?” Jughead asked coldly.

Originally posted by cbsnforeverandalways

You Are Not My Mother Part 3

Summary: Sam and Dean’s sister found out Mary was working with the BMoL. She took off with the Colt and plans to keep it safe.

Word Count: 1357

Warnings: None that I know of.

A/N: I can’t wait to write part four. You’ll see why. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Part 1 Part 2

      I finally pulled into the old salvage yard and shut my car off. I grabbed my bags and headed for the door. I stuffed my key into the lock and turned it. Shoving the door, it finally opened and I entered the empty house. The house had been sitting vacant ever since Bobby died. His death had taken the biggest toll on me because he had raised me. If I wasn’t with Sam or Dean, I was with Bobby. On the rare occasion, I didn’t hunt with my brothers I stayed at Bobby’s place. It was my home and the boys didn’t know that I came here whenever I could. I dragged my duffel upstairs and tossed it on the floor beside my bed. I flopped onto the bed and hoped to get some sleep.

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pretty boy

Every single time he ever attempted to speak to someone he found remotely attractive, he would stutter. Or ramble, or trip over his shoelaces even when they’re tied. Either that, or he just didn’t speak at all. He got pretty good at following around the friend group she was in, just so he could be around her even if he didn’t talk at all. He was lucky, that one of his friends happened to be her friend, making it easier for him to follow that group around. He had talked to her a couple times, but the last time he did, he ended up trying to be funny by talking loudly and pretty much just making a fool of himself. She was sweet, and she would never hurt anyone’s feelings, so of course she still laughed at his awkwardness, just so he wouldn’t feel bad.

Tonight was different though. Normally, she’d walk around with her group of friends, all of them following her like lost puppies. She was literally the queen, not only of Shawn’s world, but of everyone else’s too. And that was just another reason why he thought she’d never even look at him. But she was kind, so she always acknowledged his existence which was nice but of course it was never enough for Shawn. He wanted more than that. Tonight, felt like maybe, he might be getting more. Shawn liked to dance, and he loved being with his friends, but parties weren’t always his thing. Lately the only reasons he’d go to these parties was to see her. He lived for moments like now, sitting in a circle of people he enjoyed being around, people who made him laugh so hard his stomach hurt. And of course it was all 100 times better when she was in that circle too. And it was even more exciting when she was sitting right next to him.

The music was loud and he could barely make out what she was saying but he didn’t care. She kept looking at him, straight in the eye, and touching his shoulder every time he nodded and pretended to understand what she said. Her hair was curled, and it framed her face perfectly. She was soft, and smooth all over, and he only figured that, because each time she touched his shoulder, her hand would slide down his arm past his sleeve, skimming across his skin before snapping her fingers away and putting her hand back into her lap as she started a conversation with someone else. So, if her hand was smooth, why wouldn’t the rest of her be? She looked smooth. She looked stunning. She had big jewelry, around her neck and on her wrists, and sometimes Shawn would notice the bracelets get stuck on her sleeve. Each time, he’d tap her wrist and she’d quickly look down, only to laugh and say thank you, and then fix them.

Shawn tried his hardest not to stare, and he tried so hard to talk to someone else but every time he did, he would find himself ignoring them just to look over at her. Some of his friends even snapped at him saying, “Dude, I’m over here. If she’s that great to you, then talk to her.”

Shawn simply apologized for not listening to his friend, and then just shook his head.

Just as Shawn’s stomach stopped flipping, and he turned his head to say something to her, she got up. She got up and left the room, alone. Maybe she was going to the bathroom? No, usually girls go to the bathroom together right? Where would she be going by herself? And why was no one following her? Questions flooded his mind, and he got up too to follow her. He carefully walked behind her, hoping she wouldn’t exactly notice. After walking past several people making out against the wall, and drunk girls on the floor, Shawn was outside. And she was sitting on the curb of the road, looking at her phone. Was she okay? Shawn wasn’t sure if he should tell her he was following her, or if he should just leave. Maybe she wanted to be alone.

“Come sit.” She put her phone in her back pocket, and her head spun around and she looked straight at him, patting the curb, motioning for him to sit next to her. She knew he was following her. Crap. That’s embarrassing. Shawn walked over though, sitting right next to her, his face bright red.

“Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Shawn spit out the words fast and awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I knew you’d follow me. That’s why I came out here.” She smiled at him, her head titled. She was so freaking perfect, yet not perfect at all. Her teeth were crooked and not the brightest white either, but she was still gorgeous. How is it possible for someone to make you feel this way? Shawn thought to himself as he stared at her.


“Look, I know you like me. Word gets around you know? So, you see this curb we’re on? I hate it, with everything in me. But I don’t wanna hate it. So I thought I’d try to fix my anger toward it, by bringing someone cool out here. Someone I don’t hate.” The words came out of her mouth fast, and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were glossy, like she was going to cry and it looked like she was nervous. Was she nervous? About talking to me? And why does she hate the curb? Shawn had millions of questions, but he only got a few things out.

“Sorry if I made things awkward by liking you. But thanks for not hating me. Anyway, why do you hate the curb?”

She threw her head back as she laughed, and her hair went in all kinds of directions from the wind.

“A couple years ago, there was another party here. And I was with this guy. And.. I was crazy about him. And I thought he was crazy about me. That’s what he said to me at least. He told me, on this curb. He told me he loved me. Sad story short, this curb brings back horrible memories. And each time I sit here with someone else, and try to make new memories, I still feel pain. And I don’t wannaaaa! I don’t wanna be that girl that’s still sad about her ex, telling other pretty boys, stuff like oh listen to me tell you about my sad story! Make new memories with me! Even though that’s exactly what I’m doing. Sorry.”

She was right. She was sad, and she was trying to fill herself with other people to not be sad anymore. But Shawn didn’t know if he should feel upset, or flattered about the fact that she chose him to try and make new memories. He didn’t care that she was rambling about her past, he liked it. He wanted to know everything about her, and now he wanted to know who her ex was so he could kill him.

“Don’t be sorry.” Was all Shawn could say.

“You don’t talk much.” She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“That’s okay though. It’s nice to have someone that will listen.” She said, and looked up at him. His heart was beating ten times faster than normal and he hoped she could hear it. Maybe then she’d know how just how crazy for her he was, and he could be more than just a pretty boy she told her sob stories to.

“So thank you. For listening.” She lifted her head from his shoulder, and leaned into him close, their noses almost touching. Before Shawn could even say you’re welcome, her mouth found his and that was it.

There was an alarm in the back of Shawn’s head going off, telling him to pull away. She’s using you dude!! She’s using you as a replacement for her ex!! She doesn’t even like you!!

But the part of him that was in love with her, the part that had wanted this moment since he first saw her, said otherwise. And so, his hands found the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss. The air was cold, but it felt nice. Both their bodies were warm with excitement, and infatuation.

Her lips slowly detached from his but their foreheads were touching.

“I promise I’m not using you. I won’t do to others what he did to me. You’re different than other pretty boys.” She laughed a little, as she spoke under her breath. It’s like she read his mind.

Shawn placed his hand on her cheek, and kissed her again. Slower this time, more meaningful. He wanted to make sure this memory they were making, could fix her anger toward the curb, and he wanted to make sure she felt safe. The type of safe that he felt now, after she promised she wasn’t using him. Could she be lying though? Maybe. But Shawn didn’t care either way, because he cared about her, and even if she was using him, at least he was being put to a good use. At least he was helping to make her less sad.

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 79/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: none I think?

Word Count: 3,419

Dedication: @fictionmeister for the fanart I love it sm

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A/N: more fluff~

Mornings were usually always slow and steady. The men would wake up at their own pace—okay, not their pace. More like Mary's—and let the children sleep in. Once the children were awake, they would have breakfast, have a little bit of family time, then get on with their day.

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i. Some days I wish I had been there to reach my arm out
to catch you before you had fallen—
Readjusted your crown before it slipped off your head
and shattered on the floor.
Some days I wish I had the chance to go back in time
and fix all the mistakes I had made—
Shielded you from all the horrors and traumas you were exposed to,
opened your cage and let you see how the world really worked.
Some days I wish I had treated you more like a brother
and less like an opponent—
Shown you some compassion instead of preparing for battle.
I wonder how different things would have turned out
if I had just shown you an ounce more of love.

(But those days are few and far between.
Most days I wish I had been the one
to have pulled the trigger
and pushed you off the throne myself.)

ii. “But he’s your brother.”
And I suppose they are right.
You are still my brother.
You were my brother then, and you are my brother now.
Even now, you are still my brother,
and you will always— until the moment my heart stops— be my brother.
At least the press are still getting their information right.
What a fucking terrible thing that is.

iii. I am still trying to scrub the smell of you
out of my life.
I have learned that you are a wretched scent—
One that refuses to leave once someone has invited you in.

(You are cigarettes clinging on a smoker’s clothes
years after they have quit;
Grease on a cook’s hands
hours after they have come back home;
Booze on an alcoholic’s breath
the day after they have sobered)

Even my room reeks of you—
Even after all this time we’ve spent apart—
Even after death—
Even after everything that I’ve done—
I claw at my arms for so long in the shower these days.
trying desperately to rid myself of you,
that my skin is starting to turn raw.
I’ve gone through my memories and
swallowed the ones with you in it,
chased them with pills and booze and dust—
reveled in the feeling of your name sliding down my throat,
knowing it’ll be gone by morning.

(How much longer is this going to take?
How much longer until I don’t think of you every Goddamn second of my life?
How much longer until I’m free of you?)

iv. You are
a room full of red roses:
Beautiful at first
but after a while you

(I am drowning on the petals that you have left behind.
These flowers are beautiful no longer.
Your thorns are digging into my sides,
pushing into my ribcage—

I can’t breathe.
I can’t speak.


v. I wish I could apologize for the way things turned out.
I’ve tested the words on my lips
and everything about them feels wrong.
But knowing that you wouldn’t give a damn either way
settles something inside of my chest.
Because, if I’m being honest, I don’t give a damn, either.
I’m not sorry for your sake.
I’m sorry for mine.
I wish things could have been better.

—  2/? Five Things Kevin Wants To Tell Riko (And Definitely Never Will) Part One (via deadravenkings)
UMBRA | Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong


A/N: Umbră is Romanian for shadow (according to Google translate at least). This is an idea I’ve had brewing for a while. I really hope you guys enjoy this one! This is set in between the events of CA:The Winter Soldier and CA:Civil War. Warning: Any Romanian is via Google translate and is probably wrong in one way or another (so if you are a native speaker or are familiar with the language, sorry!)

Day One

Shit, I knew I should have learned some Romanian, you thought to yourself as you weaved through the streets of Bucharest. The directions to your apartment were, of course, in Romanian and navigating through the largest city in Romania was stressful, even if it was incredibly beautiful. Sometimes you found yourself getting distracted by the people around you – commuters on their way to work, vendors on the streets. Giving up your stubbornness to find your apartment by yourself, you stopped at a fruit vendor and asked for directions. You were surprised how well she spoke English and found yourself infatuated with her accent. You thanked her, running (of course it was more hobbling with the bags you were carrying) along the few blocks you had left to go.

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chocobrosxv  asked:

24. Gladio. Nice to meet u btw ^^

Nice to meet you, too!  Hope you like this little scenario for #24.  Sorry it’s a little shorter than the others - just trying to get these all done as quickly as I can. :)


Gladiolus Amicita x Reader

Independent.  That’s exactly what you were.  If you wanted something done, you’d just go right ahead and do it yourself.  Furniture needed built for your apartment?  You built it.  Someone needed their ass kicked?  You probably weren’t best suited for it but, hell, you’d just do it anyway.  The way you looked at it, too many people had let you down in the past for you to trust that anybody else would get things done the way you wanted them done.  So you just did it yourself.  Sure, your approach to things ruffled a few feathers from time to time, Gladio’s especially, you tended to push people away when they tried to help you.  They didn’t offer because they thought you weren’t capable, after all, they literally only wanted to help you.  He wanted you to let him in but you insisted on keeping him at arm’s length.  You hadn’t been together very long, only a month or two, you just hadn’t been ready to let him past that protective shell you’d built around yourself.

That all worked well enough until your clumsiness caught up to you one day and you’d tripped down a few steps, landed awkwardly and broken your ankle.  You’d cursed and you’d called it all the names under the sun but it didn’t change the fact that the bones were broken and they needed to be given time to heal.  Rest.  Take it easy.  Things you just didn’t know how to do.  “Stupid girl,” you cursed as you sat with your feet up, your crutches on the floor beside the sofa, “You really did it this time, didn’t you?”  With a shake of your head, you reached for your crutches and hobbled through to the kitchen, this mood was nothing that a cappuccino couldn’t fix…. but you had no milk.  Or coffee, for that matter.  “Really?”  You slammed the fridge door closed, sighed and reached for your phone.  This one would sting.

“For once, I need you,” you wrote, even typing one of those little emoji things on the message.  You hoped he’d appreciate your attempt at humour; you’d never once told him that you didn’t need him, after all.  “Help?”  With the message sent, you debated going back to your little spot on the sofa but decided against it.  You waited a few moments for a reply to your message but none came, maybe he wouldn’t reply.  Maybe he couldn’t, maybe he was in training.  Oh well!  You’d just need to do without that coffee.

Once you were sure that no reply was suddenly going to ping its way to your phone, you started back toward your sofa only to be disturbed by a knock at the door.  “Who is it?” you called as you hobbled your way over, nobody answered.  With some difficulty, you opened the door just as one of your crutches clattered to the floor.

“Watch it, watch it,” strong arms had soon scooped you up, “Take it easy.” Tears prickled your eyes, you couldn’t even answer the door without those damn things getting in the way.  “Hey,” Gladio spoke softly, “None of that.  Whatever’s wrong, it’s not worth tears.”  He walked through your apartment and gently placed you down onto the couch.

“I can’t even walk properly, I have no coffee and no milk.  Probably don’t have any of the essential things because, you know, I spend more time at work than I do here,” you ranted, trying to just get your frustrations out, “Those bloody things are no use at all, I keep dropping them and this foot is useless.  I can’t live like this!”  You knew it was an over-reaction but it was an adjustment - you’d literally gone from doing everything for yourself, being super confident, and now you needed to accept help.  It’d take a little getting used to.

“So I’ll be your knight in leather armor,” Gladio grinned, taking his opportunity, “It’s only a temporary setback, (Y/N), you know that.  Bones heal.  You’ll be back on your feet in a few weeks.”  He sat beside you and pulled you close to him, “And until that day, well, guess who’ll be here to help you.”

Your head found its place on his shoulder as he hugged you to him.  “Thank you,” you smiled, “I really appreciate it.”  With a smile, your hand swiped at those pesky little tears, “I know I’m being silly, I know this is only temporary, but I guess I just didn’t think it’d literally land me on my ass, y’know?” You sighed, “Can you stay?”  Lifting your head, you caught his gaze with your own.  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.  I know you’re busy but if you can…”

Gladio cut you off with a kiss.  “If you need me, babygirl,” he grinned, “I’ll be here for as long as you want.”

The shell you’d built around yourself?  Shattered.  Mission accomplished, Gladio!

Bad Moon Rising: Part 4 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: Kylo takes you on your first dinner date. Another unassuming outing ends up revealing some interesting information.  

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

A/N: I’ll admit, I’m excited about this chapter and where this is going! There will be AT LEAST one more part. We’ll see how that goes, and where the series goes after that. Enjoy!! (Also, I’m clearly terrible with summaries so please bear with me.)

Warnings: Language.

Dinner with Kylo had gone well. That night, he took you to the diner close to your house. You actually frequented there a lot, and you wondered if he knew where you lived.

“Hey, Y/N. Good to see you,” the waitress greeted.

Kylo looked at you with a puzzling look. You smiled back.

“You too, Maz.”

“How do you know Kylo?”

You shot a glance across the table. It was his turn to smile at you.

“Happenstance,” Kylo said through his grin.

“Well, I’ll be back with your drinks. The usual?”

“Yes, ma'am,” the two of you said in unison as Maz walked away.

“So,” you began. “You come here a lot, I presume.”

“I do.”

You hummed, thinking.

Kylo continued, “I’m more of a night owl.”

You hummed again. You could have assumed that much.

“Tell me about yourself,” you said, leaning back in the booth. You needed to start a conversation. Or something.

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I did no research to how this process goes, so I apologize for anything wrong. Anyway, here’s a random, late night one shot:) 

Sofia took her mother’s hand when the doors to Grey Sloan Memorial hospital slid open. 

 “I don’t want to go to daycare.” she whined. 

 Arizona was already running late to her appointment. She swore she could hear each tick and toc from the watch on her wrist, the tiny hand held in hers tightening. “Sweetie, I don’t have time to argue with you-”

 She looked down and saw the pout on her daughter’s face; it resembled Callie’s so much, it caused her heart to tug and twist and give. “Okay. But you have to promise me one thing.” 

 Sofia beamed and nodded. 

 “You have to be on your best behavior and not touch anything. You’re only gonna be with me until mama’s shift is over.” 

 “Okay, mommy.” 

 The two made their way to the higher floor and Sofia couldn’t help but wiggle in place. She was so excited that she got to explore the hospital with her mom. She remembered doing it all the time when she was younger, but as her mom’s got more busy with work, especially Arizona going back and forth between peds and fetal surgery, Sofia found herself in daycare more often than not.

 “Is mama gonna help fix your leg?” Sofia asked when they stepped off of the elevator. 

 The blonde dug into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to check a few things and send a text before answering her daughter’s question. “Mama fixes bones. This doctor is going to help me get a new prosthetic.” 

 “Like when you had to get one when I was little because of Miss Stephanie.” Sofia deadpanned. 

 Arizona mentally cringed at the memory, highly aware that the only reason Sofia remembered was because Callie brought up the accident on more than one occasion. So with lightly clenched teeth, Arizona muttered, “Yep. Just like that.” 

 The two entered the room; pieces of metal, silicone and other material limbs spread about the large area. Arizona was a little more hesitant this time around. Her old prosthetist had moved to a different location, so she had to let someone new examine her, learn what she liked and didn’t like. 

  Taking off her shoes and her slacks, Arizona composed herself, already knowing how this ordeal was going to go. “Stay by me and remember-” 

 “Don’t touch anything, I know, mommy.” Sofia hopped up on the stool next to her mother and the two awaited for the doctor to come into the room. 

 It was barely a minute later when a woman came into the room, a stack of folders in her hand and frazzled look on her face. “Good morning, Miss-” the woman used one hand to adjust her glasses and the other to fumble for the file she needed most. “I-I mean Dr. Robbins.” she looked up, green eyes under thick glasses glimmering with a smile. 

 The woman dropped the pile of files to the side, straightened her pencil skirt and quickly read of Arizona’s file. “Well, Dr. Robbins, it seems you’re in here for a routine fitting for a new prosthetic.” 


 “Dr. Vitti.” The woman took a step forward and shook Arizona’s hand, just then noticing the tiny human sitting next to her. “And who is this?” 

 Sofia held out her hand with a dimpled smile. “I’m Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres.” 

 “Oh, well it’s nice to meet you Sofia. Is this your mommy?” 


 “Okay, well, I’ll try to make this as short as possible!” 

 The new prosthetist asked her a few questions, but one of them caught Sofia’s attention. 


 Arizona narrowed her eyes. “Sofia…” she chastised. 

 “Can it be blue? Or some of it? Can my mommy’s new leg be blue? Please!” 

 Dr. Vitti grinned. “Arizona?” 

 The blonde chewed the inside of her cheek. “Okay. Just a little bit, though.” she looked at her daughter and, seeing the beaming smile on her face, knew it was the right choice. 

 “Blue is the best color. It’s my favorite color. And I love unicorns. And mermaids. Oh! Mommy, can you get a unicorn on your leg, too?” 

 “Well if your mom really wants-” 

 Arizona held up her hands. “Blue is fine.”

 “Hey,” Callie smiled when her wife finally came home. She placed her medical journal down, eyes never leaving her wife as she got ready for bed. “Sofia told me all about your new leg. I didn’t know unicorns were in season.” she laughed. 

 With a roll of her eyes, Arizona scoffed. “Ha ha, Calliope.” 

 When they were both under the covers and the lights were off, Callie took Arizona into her arms and kissed her forehead gently. “How are you doing?” 

 She knew appointments like this sometimes put Arizona into a bad funk, but each year it got better and better. “It was okay. It helped that Sofia was there. She made it,” Arizona smiled. “She made it fun. Unicorns and all. She really wanted it it to be blue.” she turned in Callie’s arms and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. “I love you.”  

 “I love you, too.” Another kiss. 

 “Did she ever tell you why her favorite color was blue?” Callie asked. 

 Arizona shook her head.

 “She came up to me one day and said, ‘Mommy has the prettiest eyes. I think it’s my favorite color. Yeah, blue. I love blue.’ It was so cute.” she chuckled. 

 Arizona was speechless, never hearing such a simple yet heart warming explanation. 

 “She is right. You have the most beautiful eyes, Arizona.” Callie said seriously. 

 It was dark, so Callie couldn’t see the blush that now spread across Arizona’s cheeks and neck. “You want to know what my favorite color is?” Arizona asked now looking deep into Callie’s eyes. 


 “Green. Like the girl at the coffee cart’s eyes. Wow-”

 Callie swatted Arizona away and laughed. “Shut up.” 

 Their bodies entangled together within seconds, smiles placed on both of their faces. 


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“Meet me. 7pm. Pop’s.” That is what a message from your boyfriend Archie Andrews says. You were learning for tomorrow’s test but of course, you want to see Archie, your beloved boyfriend. The clock shows it’s 6:30pm. You have just 30 minutes to get ready!

“I hate you, Archie!” You say for yourself, dressing up beautiful baby pink dress, trying to hurry up to not be late. Of course you didn’t mean it seriously. He’s the best thing you’ve ever had in your life. You’re trying to fix your make up. You don’t wear make up that much, just mascara and lip gloss but still. You want to look pretty for your boyfriend.

You’re at Pop’s at 7:15pm, 15 minutes late. Archie sits at your usual place. He looks kinda sad, probably thinking you’ll not come. “Hey, Arch!” You say loudly, sitting opposite. Archie looks at you and you can see how surprised and calm he is now. “I thought… you’ll not come.” He says sadly with a light smile. You just blink. “How could you, Archie Andrews? I’m sorry I’m late. I was learning for tomorrow’s test and you know, I had to dress up, fix my make up and other girly stuff, you know.” You laugh, grabbing his hand. You’re so in love with him, probably the happiest girl in Riverdale ‘cause he’s dating you.

Archie says, standing up, going to somewhere. You’re shocked and surprised. Is there something wrong with me?, you think.

Archie is back in few minutes. You turn your head to see him but the thing you see is… a really big bouquet of your favorite flowers. “I bought some flowers for my beautiful girl.” He smiles, giving you the bouquet, kissing you longly.

anonymous asked:

Aight Jas, but the REAL question is, if Cool For Summer is taking place on the 15th and 17th, why we gotta wait 3 weeks for a Liveshow? Are they moving? Are the going to Japan again? Both? Neither?! Dear god! I need theories! Conspiracies! Speculation!!!!

they are definitely staying in hong kong for a bit.. crossing my fingers japan will happen…. but honestly imagine if the gas had blown but they didn’t want to talk about it so these are the three weeks they are fixing the flat and they just used the cool for summer thing as an excuse. also it gives them an excuse to not show their house for the next few weeks.. and then it’s playlist which is literally a week after they come back.. so probably no liveshows during that week.. and then we are smack dab in the middle of may….. their lease is over in may.. darn heck what could happen.. the world may never know


Another day, another mission. This one - secretly stop a device being set off during a party without alerting the culprit. Thornton didn’t want this man to know that he was being tracked until it was the right time.

You and Riley were set up in a van further down the road. Normally you’d also be out in the field, but Thornton wanted you to help Riley hold down the fort. And to even serve as extra back-up if needed..

Mac pulled up, causally stepped out of the vintage car and fixed his suit, “How do I look?”. Smiling towards you since he knew you were watching.

“Handsome as always. You should wear a suit more often”, you replied.

Flirting with Mac had been an on going thing ever since the two of you meet. Little comments here and there, side-ways glances as well as a few cheeky smiles. They annoyed everyone else at the Phoenix who just wished you and Mac would become a couple already.

“You two are killing me, just make out and get it over with”. Jack commented through the coms. The two of you forgot the communication lines were open to other people, mainly Jack, and not just you and Mac.

Mac cleared his throat and thank god Riley was the only one here with you.

Spinning lightly on the chair you were occupying while Riley was running interference, you decided to mess with Jack a little. “You look handsome too Jack, that a new suit?”.

Jack adjusted his tie and continued to walk down the footpath, scoping the area. “That’s funny Y/N, truly. But I think you should just stick to flirting with Mac”.

Pretty soon Mac’s voice filled your ear piece. “I second that”.

“Don’t worry Mac, you know I’ve only got eyes for you”. Stating as you watched him walk towards the entrance of the party.

“Are you two done? We’re on a mission after all”. Jack spoke, not sounding too thrilled with the current conversation at hand.

Riley typed away on her laptop. The two of you shared a look, “Jack you’re just mad because no-one wants to flirt with you during a mission”. She said, while you and Mac couldn’t help but giggle.

Seeing Jack through the cameras he pretended to look offended. “Plenty of people would happily flirt with me, thank you very much”.

“Name one person”, Riley challenged.

“I-I, you know what Riley stay out of this”, Jack stuttered

“Guys focus, we can debate about this later. Riley tell me which room this device is in, Y/N watch the security cameras inside for any unusual activity. And Jack stay on the look out around the area”. Mac took charge and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that it was a tad sexy.

Even though Mac couldn’t see, you still nodded. “Mac, be careful”. You instructed.

He smirked and buttoned his suit, “Aren’t I always?”.

“If you’re done being a smart-ass, get inside the room and let’s stop this device from going off. And who knows, if things are successful you might even get a victory kiss”. You teased.

Mac had just entered the huge ball room filled with people and had a huge grin on his face, “Just a kiss? Kinda hoping for a bit more than that, after all you know exactly how I feel about you”.

“Well finish this mission and then I’ll show you how I feel”. Jack pretended to gag and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

That was the exact motivation Mac needed, the mission turned out to be a success. And finally after months of flirting you and Mac took the next step.


Smart Mouth Chapter 9

Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Rating: Mature 

Notes: Sorry it took so long, I was totally lost with where to go. Huge shout out to @we-became-the-flowers for giving me some ideas about the direction where to take this fic. They’re also working on their own little side and ALT ending to Smart Mouth so take a look at that when it comes out. This is still the canon fic so don’t worry about that.

This chapter is mostly just Moon dealing with her internal emotional conflicts. I have the rest of the fic planned out so hopefully I’ll be updating this fic more frequently, and eventually finishing it. Sorry if there alot of typos, I literally dozed off trying to proof read this. Anyway enjoy. 

Now the question was, should I stay or should I go? Guzma knew I was stubborn little bitch and never listened to what anyone told me. When he told me not to be here did he think I would actually listen to him, or did he deliberately tell me to leave so I would stay? Reverse psychology is frustrating, if this was reverse psychology. Guzma could just legitimately not want to see me. Which I could understand I guess. What just happened between us was far from okay despite how exhilarating it was.

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glowstickfix  asked:

Hi! Feel free to respond privately or ignore this entirely if you've had enough talk of Itachi for one day, but *goshdarn* after reading your recent post do I want to write that Itachi-meets-Kagami scenario I mentioned a while back. (1/5)

Post-massacre would just be a huge wallowing hole of angst and rage, but maybe I could have Sarutobi leaving that council meeting and saying, “Screw it, I need an Uchiha I can trust/talk to.” and, as Tobirama’s successor he *does* (handwaves) have knowledge of how the Edo Tensei works, and as Sandaime, he *does* have access to prisoners of Konoha just sitting around waiting to be sacrificed for the greater good.

Dealing with Obito’s presence would be an issue, but if I had Itachi confront his parents first, and had Kagami show up right at that pivotal (and oft replayed) moment, and then Itachi attempts to defend his actions to this dead guy he might have had some respect for… “But, this was to be for the good of the village - they were attempting a coup, sir.” This sounds more like a shaky whine than Itachi intends.

Kagami’s cracked smile makes Fugaku flinch where the threat of his son’s blade had not. “You’re aware I served *Senju Tobirama*, yes? A single attempted coup against the Hokage? Just the one? That could still possibly be stopped using diplomacy? AHAHAHAHA-c'mere you little shit.”

Kagami proceeds to fix a few things and be a general nuisance to all of his old comrades before going back to sleep. Urgh, but now I want to save Shisui too, and stop everything leading up to that night’s events from happening in the first place… Kat, thank you so much for allowing me (and others) to blabber fannish nonsense at you all the livelong day - you must have an incredible amount of patience. :)

Oh god, this is fucking fantastic, and if you write it I will worship at your altar. Just - yes. Yes please.  💕 💕 💕

Darcy/Phil, ‘Sunrise’

for @hollyspacey

Sunrise - Norah Jones

The knock on her door was jarring.  Darcy padded barefoot over to look out the peephole.  The distorted image of Phil’s chin greeted her on the other side. 

Her heart leapt up into her chest as she turned the knob and opened the door.  The hinges creaked loudly enough that he turned to look at them.  “That’s loud.  Want me to fix that?”  

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a tool belt hidden in that go-bag of yours…” She nodded down to the overnight bag in his hand.  

He smirked and shifted his weight to the other leg.  “No.  But I figured I could fix it tomorrow.  I saw a hardware store on the corner…They’re bound to have some WD-40.”  

“You’re spending the night, then?”

“I’m sorry…was that presumptuous? I spent the night last night.  Just had to go home to get a few things…”  

She shrugged and stepped back to allow him.  “I just…keep waiting for this to fall apart.”  

“The door?  I think it’ll hold till morning at least, Darcy.”  She closed it behind him and slid the lock into place, her breath catching in her throat when he spun her around and pressed his lips to hers.  “I want to stay tonight…and any night you want me here.  How’s that?”

She nodded and relaxed into the second kiss.  Which turned into a third.  And so on and so forth.  

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Beauty and the Beast (Thorin x Reader)

For thorinarkenshield :)


Today had been a particularly good one in your opinion. The weather was fair, the traveling was smooth, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had been in high spirits. The hours passed quickly as you listened intently to their stories and songs. You never grew tired of their grand tales, even though you were convinced that some of them had received more than their fair share of embellishment.

After you had all stopped to make camp for the night, Bofur approached you and asked, “Why don’t you tell us a story, lass? You’ve been listening to us rattle on all day. We’d like to hear from you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure any story I’d tell would be boring compared to those whoppers you came up with earlier.”

You laughed when he covered his heart with his hand and feigned a shocked expression. “I’ll have you know that every single tale of mine is completely, totally, and genuinely accurate…to a degree.”

“Go on!” A few of the others piped in. “Tell us a story!”

“Alright, just give me a minute to think of one.”

As you flipped through your mental Rolodex of stories, most of them, especially the ones about your own experiences, seemed to pale in comparison to theirs. “It doesn’t have to be about you,” you thought to yourself. “Just come up with something good.”

Finally, you decided on telling them one of your all time favorites.

“All of you gather around so that you don’t miss anything.” You watched with a smile as a group of grown dwarves and a hobbit wearing excited expressions scooted closer to you.

“My story begins in a distant land, far from this world. In this land, there was a beautiful castle, the likes of which can hardly be imagined. The resident of this castle was a strikingly handsome young prince who lived all alone, except for his servants. For you see, beneath his beautiful exterior beat a heart that was callous and uncaring.”

“One stormy, cold night, an ugly, old woman arrived at the castle seeking shelter. Repulsed by her appearance, the Prince turned her away. He immediately regretted his decision, however, when the old woman revealed her true form as a beautiful and powerful witch. Although he begged her for forgiveness, she refused to grant it. Instead, she laid a curse on him and his entire household. The gorgeous castle took on a menacing appearance, the servants were turned into animate versions of household objects, and the handsome Prince was turned into a grotesque monster. The witch then gave him a magical rose and told him that if he could make someone love him in spite of what he was, before the last petal fell, the spell would be reversed. But if he failed, he would remain a beast forever.”

Taking a moment to survey the faces in front of you, you were happily surprised to find that they all, except for Thorin of course, seemed to be listening intently and thoroughly enthralled with your story. As you continued to weave your tale, you introduced them to Belle, Gaston, and Belle’s father. You told them all about how Belle came to be a prisoner in the beast’s castle and how he eventually began to fall in love with her.

But as you neared the part where Belle sees that her father is sick in the beast’s magical mirror, you couldn’t fight your sleepiness anymore. So after the beast granted Belle her freedom, you said “The end.”

“What?!” several dwarves exclaimed. “That can’t be the end!”

“What happens to the beast?” Kili asked.

“Does Belle ever come back to him?” Ori asked, sniffling quietly.

“Okay,” you said, “so it’s not really the end. But I’m exhausted so the rest has to wait until tomorrow night. Besides, there’s something to building suspense. Now, all of you go to bed.”

You watched as Bilbo and your beloved dwarves scattered to their own makeshift beds for the night. Once they had begun to settle down, you curled up in your own spot and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

There was only one dwarf that, for once, you hadn’t been paying attention to. You hadn’t noticed that Thorin didn’t bed down with everyone else. And you didn’t know that he spent the entire night wide awake, his mind filled with thoughts that had been stirred up by your story.

Yes, he had actually been listening. Though he tried his hardest to hide it. He always listened to you, just like he always kept his eyes on you when you weren’t looking. The truth was that Thorin Oakenshield cared more for you than he felt comfortable admitting, since he couldn’t be sure that you felt the same way. He’d spotted some hopeful signs, like the fact that you were always kind to him no matter what mood he was in. And he thought that he’d caught you staring at him a few times, but that could have been his imagination. He wasn’t really sure.

However, your story had awoken some serious concerns and fears. The parallels between himself and the beast were undeniable. He hadn’t been good to you early on. In fact, he’d been his usual gruff self. But ever since he developed feelings for you, he had tried his best to make it up to you. He wasn’t very good with emotions near the positive end of the spectrum though, and most of his attempts had been far from traditionally romantic.

Thorin watched as you slept curled up beside his nephews. The nephews that never failed to bring a smile to your face. That was the kind of man you needed. Someone affectionate who would always make you happy. As the morning sun began to shine on the campsite, Thorin Oakenshield decided that, just like the beast, the best thing he could do would be to let his beauty go.


The next day, most of the company was just as they had been the day before. They kept pestering you to finish your story, but you insisted on waiting until after dinner.

It hadn’t taken you long to notice that Thorin’s mood was off. Sure, he was never the most cheerful guy in the group, but he’d been nicer to you lately, a fact which meant a great deal considering your secret feelings for him. At first you thought you were just being paranoid, but it eventually became evident that he was avoiding you for some reason. He had ignored every attempt of yours to talk to him, and even went as far as riding away from you once.

You wondered if perhaps you had said or done something wrong, so when you stopped to make camp for the night, you stole a moment alone with Balin and told him all about it.

“He does seem to be acting a bit odd today, lass.” Balin said. “Would you like me to have a word with him?”

“Oh thank you, but please don’t mention that I said anything.”

“It’s just between us,” he said with a wink.

You watched as he moved over to the other side of the camp to speak to Thorin, but you were surprised when they left the clearing and moved into the woods. With your curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to follow them.

Sneaking as quietly as you could, you tip-toed until you could hear their voices again, then you crouched down behind some trees so you wouldn’t be seen. You had missed quite a bit of the conversation already it seemed, but it didn’t matter because you’d arrived just in time for the climax.

“Thorin, you don’t honestly think she made up that entire story just to get rid of you, do you?”

“Of course not, but it opened my eyes. She can’t love someone like me, and I don’t blame her. The best thing I can do for her is to let her go.”

You covered your mouth in shock. You could hardly believe that Thorin felt that way about you, and you had never imagined a simple fairy tale would affect him so much. You knew you had to fix this, but you didn’t want to just run to him. It had to be done with class.

Silently, you backtracked a few yards. Once you felt that you were far enough back, you began stomping loudly through the underbrush in the direction of Thorin and Balin. When you arrived in their presence, Thorin quickly turned his back to you.

“I was just coming to let you know that I’m about to finish telling my story, so you guys need to hurry up.”

Looking over at Balin, you saw that he was shaking his head “no,” as if telling you to drop it. But you ignored him and proceeded with your plan.

You stomped your foot loudly on the ground and raised your voice to the point that it got Thorin’s attention. “You two better be there. I want my entire audience.” Lowering your voice again you added, “Besides, no story should be left unfinished.”

Then you turned and headed back to camp. A few minutes later Balin returned to the clearing. Your heart dropped when you saw that he was alone, but it jumped into your throat when Thorin finally joined all of you. He sat as far away from you as possible and still refused to make eye contact, but you were hoping to change that soon enough.

“Alright, I believe I left off at the part when Belle leaves the castle.” You then proceeded to tell them about Belle returning to her sick father and how Gaston and the villagers found out about the beast and proceeded to attack his castle. You managed to draw tears and sniffles when you described how the beast refused to defend himself against Gaston until the moment that Belle returned to him.

“During the struggle between the two, Gaston seriously injured the beast before falling off the castle and to his death below. Belle ran to the beast as quickly as she could, and was heartbroken when she saw his wounds. The beast, however, was simply happy that Belle had returned to him. As he lay dying, she began sobbing into his chest because she realized that-”

“She loved him,” you heard Thorin’s deep voice say on the other side of the campsite. When you looked at him this time, he didn’t look away, but instead kept his eyes locked on yours.

“And that she always will,” you added, staring back into his tender, love-filled eyes. In the moments that followed, more was said in the silent stares the two of you shared than the finest poet or storyteller could ever describe with words. But it was interrupted by Kili clearing his throat.

“Oh yes! The rest of the story,” you said, embarrassingly looking around at your friends.

“Well, because Belle had fallen in love with him, the spell was lifted. She was surprised to suddenly see a handsome, and completely healed man standing in front of her. But in spite of the physical changes, she knew it was him the moment he spoke to her. Shortly thereafter, the two were married and they lived happily ever after. The End.”

“That was a great story, y/n!” Ori said. “You’ll have to tell us another one sometime.”

“Okay I will, now all of you go to bed. It’s late.”

“She just wants us to go to bed so that mommy and daddy can have some alone time,” you heard Kili whisper to his brother with a wink.

“Oh, shut up, Kili,” you replied, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

As the others settled down for the night, you made your way over to Thorin and sat beside him. You were surprised when he placed one of his strong hands on top of yours.

“I don’t think any story you ever tell will be as good as that one,” he said quietly, turning your face with his other hand so that he could bring his lips to yours. You were surprised at how gentle his kiss felt. It was innocent, yet not lacking in passion.

When he pulled back, you moved your head to rest it on his shoulder. As he caressed your hand between his, you began singing to yourself, so softly that only the two of you could hear it:

“Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast”

The End.

the-little-random-me  asked:

Hey.... if you ever need an idea for something fluffy to write, then I think you might want to consider writing some hartwin, where they share a very lovely, adorable bubble bath. (I mean Eggsy and bubbles? It can't go wrong!)

You just read my mind for one of my favourite things to read characters doing but have never actually written myself so I had to fix that as soon as I could

Eggsy tries not to drag his feet as he makes his way down the steps of the plane. He nods at Merlin who’s waiting a few metres away, holding his ever-present tablet.

“You look dead on your feet, lad. Get home and get some rest, be back for one tomorrow afternoon for your debrief.”

“Cheers, guv,” Eggsy yawns into the back of his hand and starts towards the main building where the train waits.

He almost nods off a few times on the journey home and is pretty certain he falls asleep for a few minutes during the taxi ride to Stanhope Mews, only blinking awake when his drivers utters a quiet, “we’re here, sir.”

Eggsy stumbles through the front door and is thankful to go face first into Harry’s chest. Harry chuckles and strokes the back of Eggsy’s head while curling his other arm around Eggsy’s back.

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Long Distance

Originally posted by yngbaes

Summary: You have a hard time dealing with the distance and you end up making the biggest mistake because of it.

When you started dating Rosé, you had no expectations that it would be easy. You fully realized that dating someone who lived in a different country, let alone an idol, would have its difficulties but you had underestimated just how hard it would be.

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(Got a few comments saying the text for my update post didn’t show up right! It’s most likely a glitch in mobile devices, probably with a “read more” thing that the post may have auto-installed since I had a title thing. I’m going to put it back up here, without the title!)

Ok so I’m gonna get this out of the way first, happy Easter! Have a safe holiday, and have fun with your families!
Now, what I actually made this for. I’ve never been… A motivated artist. I’m the kind of person who starts things and never finishes them. I get big ambitions, and go full force for a while, and… Then I don’t. To be honest, I don’t have personal issues, my family is kind and supportive of me, and I have it pretty good and easy! My biggest problem?
ADD. I’m autistic. And I can only assume that’s why I can’t pay attention to a drawing or a project or… Anything I’m doing or I want to do for longer than a week, or a month at most. So, what does that mean for this blog? What does this post have to do with anything?…
Oh come on, I’ve made it pretty obvious: I’m like- fresh out of motivation to draw for this blog. Eevee is my favorite pokémon to draw (which is why I picked it for my daily blog!), but even that gets old for me too quickly!
So, it probably sounds like I want to cancel this blog, and discontinue it. That’s isn’t quite the case… Y'see, I like drawing cotton the eevee! It’s just trying to pressure myself into drawing her EVERY SINGLE DAY in the hopes of not disappointing my over-300-followers that’s making it harder and harder to keep consistent.
So, my options to fix this pressure-problem? I’m gonna narrow down to to three choices, and I want you guys to help me pick.
Option one (the easy way out): quit the blog entirely. I really, REALLY don’t want to do this, but if absolutely nothing else works, then I guess it would be the only choice. But I absolutely and totally do not want to do that! That’s just like abandoning all 300+ of you, just poof! Gone, and I don’t want to just vanish from the community. So I probably won’t go with this.
Option two: turn most-likely-daily-eevee into the typical daily pokémon name, occasionally-eevee. With a more loose and inconsistent update schedule, I’d probably lighten up and let myself take it easy with this blog. Whether I feel like pumping out an update every day, or if I barely update once a week, this would be most ideal to keep this an actual daily/weekly/occasional blog.
Option three: Change the format entirely. I’m thinking an ask blog featuring all my pokémon ocs (and good ol’ cotton, of course.)
Do, those are what I’m willing to do! Leave some feedback on what you’d prefer and I’ll get to work with whatever is most popular.