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After Midnight: Part 1

A Dean x Reader / smut series

Dean Winchester is a hunter, and one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met. Your entire life changes when he and his brother Sam unexpectedly save your life, immediately taking you under their wing. When your ever growing feelings for each other are established, Dean discovers that no man has ever made you orgasm before, and makes it his mission to make you feel good in as many different ways as he possibly can.

A/N: Here is the first part of my new series. It’s going to be a long, and dirty ride. I really hope you guys like it. Please feel free to like, reblog, reply, and send me asks. I thrive off of your response and it makes me want to write even more. I appreciate and love all of you ♥ Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 4,548
(not every part will be this long)

Warnings:
- smut/nsfw.
- language.
- a smidge of violence.
- please do not read if you are under 18. i do not condone any minors reading my work. if i do catch it, i will block you.
- always wear a condom, kiddos!

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*gif is not mine.

You remembered the day like it was yesterday, even though it was now almost 365 days ago. It was the day your life changed forever, for both the good and the bad; the day that Sam and Dean Winchester stumbled into your life.

Working your normal shift at the local diner, you never expected the day would go any different than it normally did. Your life was spent living alone, in a seedy apartment downtown, scraping pennies together just to pay the rent. With no family left to call your own, you couldn’t help but let the misery take over on most days. Half the time, you never even paid attention to the day of the week, let alone the date, considering you worked seven days a week to get by.  Everything was just a whirlwind of crap and more crap, hiding your electric and water bill termination letters under the cushion of your couch, just so you didn’t have to deal with them.

The diner wasn’t a very busy place during the week, but on the weekends it was even worse. In order to be able to pay staff, you were designated to open and close the diner alone on Sundays. This meant that you played waitress, cashier, and cook all in one. Since it wasn’t terribly crowded, it wasn’t that hard, and it meant you didn’t have to split your tips.

That fateful night, a man you’d never seen before moseyed into the diner, and took a seat in the farthest right corner. His face was smudged, as if he’d been rolling in dirt, and his jet black hair was unkempt, with bits of twigs and leaves sticking out of it.  When you approached him to take his order, he smiled at you with rotting teeth; noticing up close his fingernails were just as filthy as the rest of him. The stranger ordered a steak ‘as rare as you can make it’, and winked at you before you walked away. You wanted to gag. The way his eyes started at you as you wrote his order down sent chills down your spine, but you brushed it away and kept moving.

About an hour later, two more men walked into the diner. They were completely different than the stranger in the corner, much taller and cleaner. They were dressed in plaid and blue jeans, with heavy boots on their feet. One was taller than the other, but not by much, with dark brown hair that stopped at his chin in beautiful, natural layers. He was handsome, but the other man was the one who caught your eye, making your heart leap in your chest as he walked towards you. He had the perfect features, with freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. His jaw was strong, and light brown hair stood in spikes atop his head. It was the first time that Dean Winchester gave you butterflies.

“Hi,” he said with a  sinfully charming smile. You felt the heat rise up at the back of your neck, as those stunning green eyes met yours. No man ever looked at you like this, like you existed, let alone someone this painfully attractive. “Can we sit anywhere?”

“Uh, yeah. Anywhere you like is fine. I’ll be over in a minute to take your order,” you somehow managed to say, grabbing some menus from behind the counter and handing them to him.

“No need,” he replied, still smiling. “Just two coffees for me and my brother, please.”

Before your brain could even respond, he was turned around and walking back towards the taller man, who you now knew was his brother. They took a seat in the booth two away from the stranger, and you noticed Mr. Green Eyes was staring directly at him. Quickly getting together their coffees and creamers, you brought them over their table.

“Thank you,” Long Hair said, taking the creamers out of your hands, as you set their coffees down gently on the table. Mr. Green Eyes was still staring at the dirty man in the corner.

“You’re welcome,” you replied. “Sugars are over there, and if you need a refill just yell.”

“What’s your name?” Mr. Green Eyes asked, finally moving his eyes.

You showed him your name tag.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft while his brother dumped as many sugars in his coffee as possible.

Trying to shake this man, with the impenetrable green eyes and 100 watt smile, you turned quickly and went back to cleaning up the vacant booths. Only an hour until closing time.

The dirty stranger left his money on the table and, of course, didn’t leave a tip. Mr. Green Eyes and Long Hair, the most gorgeous brothers in existence, did in fact leave a quite generous tip, and you couldn’t help but smile. It perked you up, and that was rare. For the next twenty minutes, you cleaned the diner thinking about Mr. Green Eyes in particular, and if you’d ever see him again.

Little did you know, you’d have your wish granted sooner than you realized.

Locking up the diner, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up, feeling someone behind you. Quickly turning around, there was no one there. However, the adjacent alley, which always terrified you to begin with, gave you the extreme creeps tonight. Tossing the keys in your purse, you began to walk to short walk home, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

“Hi, beautiful,” a groggy, hoarse voice behind you said, making you spin around so hard your neck cracked. It was the dirty stranger from the diner, and your heart fell into your stomach. You had nothing to protect yourself with.

“Get away from me,” you all but whispered, backing away from the man and preparing to run. With lightning speed he was upon you, fisting your hair in his hand and yanking you towards him.

“You smell good enough to eat, little girl,” he growled, exposing grotesque fangs with stringy drool, growing closer and closer to your face. The smell of his breath could’ve gagged a maggot. It was a rancid odor you’d never forget. His now clawed fingers played over the buttons of your white shirt, running a long scratch down your chest where your heart was beating on the inside.

“Hey!” a familiar voice yelled from behind the creature, firing a warning shot off in the arm. “Leave her alone!”

The monster didn’t let go of you, but turned his body to see who was behind him. A small window between his arm let you see who was speaking. It was the taller brother from the diner, and he was pointing a gun right at the stranger’s chest.

Hunters…” it growled, letting you go with force, dropping you to your knees on the concrete. The wind was knocked out to you. You watched from your knees as the creature was now advancing on the taller brother.

“Run!” he yelled to you, as he shot at the monster, missing his chest and hitting him in the left leg. The creature hissed and dropped to one knee, but got back up immediately to charge at Long Hair again. A punch landed on the taller brother’s face, sending him flying back. You wanted to move, wanted to run, but you didn’t want anything to happen to the man who’d saved your life. The creature was now advancing back at you. Watching Long Hair try to unjam his gun, you started to panic. Suddenly, you felt two strong hands take you under the arms and bring you to your feet with ease. You spun around to defend yourself, halting when you were met by intimidating green eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a gruff, out of breath voice. You looked behind him to see a beautiful, black 1967 Chevy Impala parked down the street that wasn’t there before. It must have been how he got here. He was also holding a gun. You tried to answer, but your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. “Stay here.”

In slow motion, you watched him expertly take the safety off his gun, and fire two shots in the creature’s back, bringing it to the ground. The taller brother raced forward and shot it straight in the chest, right where its heart should be. Finally, the creature was lifeless, blood pouring out of the wound onto the street.

“Sam!” Mr. Green Eyes yelled, running towards his brother. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” he replied in a huff, dusting the dirt off his jeans. “Go check on her.”

You watched as Dean briskly walked over to where you were standing, your brain in complete shock. Your body couldn’t move on its own, even if you tried.

“Hey, hey,” his voice soothingly said, taking your face in his hands and trying to make you look at him. Your entire body was shaking. “Listen, my name is Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam. We’re hunters, and that thing we just killed was a werewolf. Are you okay?”

Blankly you stared at him, trying to process if all of this was just a dream, your mind hallucinating from stress, or a reality. Everything was happening so fast. You could see the panic in Dean’s face, as he motioned for his brother to come closer.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” Sam said, standing behind Dean, his brow furrowed in concern. Still, you couldn’t manage to form a word.

“Alright, look,” Dean said to his brother, his hands leaving your face, leaving you feeling empty. “She’s not okay. We need to take her back to the bunker. She can rest there under our watch, we can explain everything to her, and we can bring her home.”

“I…” you started, tears welling up in your eyes. It was the first word you’d even uttered since this all began. Sam and Dean stared at you, waiting for you to continue. You couldn’t let them down.  “Don’t want to go home. I hate my shitty apartment, I hate my job. Why didn’t you just let that thing kill me?”

“Okay, enough of that,” Dean said, taking you under the knees and lifting you effortlessly in his arms. “You’re coming with us, okay?”

All you could do was nod, as Dean walked you to the Impala. He placed you gently in the back seat, covering you up with a blanket from the trunk. Sam got into the passenger side, but Dean was peering in at you from the door.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N. I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

He remembered your name, and your heart fluttered. You nodded, because it was all you could do. Dean smiled at you and closed the door, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. He looked at you through the mirror, and smiled.

“Shut your eyes,” he said, as Sam turned around to check on you. “We’ll be home in no time.”

And that’s exactly what the bunker has been to you. Home; more of a home than your shitty apartment had ever been. After they explained what they did for a living, everything about monsters and ghosts, you were on the team. Dean never let you actually go out and hunt with them, but you were more than happy to help with research, traveling with them to motels from state to state. They were your family now, and you wouldn’t of had it any other way. Except there was one point that you had never actually brought up, or even addressed, in the entire year that you’d lived in the bunker.

You were madly, deeply, head over heels in love with Dean Winchester.


“Can you please untie my boots?” Dean asked you, sitting on the end of the motel bed. He and Sam had just gotten back from a particular gruesome hunt. “I can’t even bend over to do it myself.”

Sam collapsed on the other bed, not even bothering to take his boots off.

“That bad, huh?” you asked, carefully unlacing his boots, pulling them off and placing them neatly near the door.

“Job’s done, that’s all that matters,” Sam said. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

He shot up from the bed like lightning, making sure he got the bathroom before his brother. Dean sighed heavily.

“He knows you take too long in the shower,” you said with a giggle. “He wasn’t trying to wait.”

“Are you alright?” Dean asked you, getting up to place his large hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. He was always so protective of you, so worried. Since he was touching you now, you knew it would end in flirting. Just like it always did.

“Dean, I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing ever happens to me in a locked motel room. You guys taught me how to defend myself in literally every situation. Stop worrying about me so much, you big softy.”

His gruff laugh filled the room, and your heart melted.

“Did you know today is one year exactly that you guys picked my helpless ass up off the side of the road?”

Dean grabbed a beer out of the mini fridge and sat down on the edge of the bed again. You noticed that he had flecks of blood on his forehead. Standing up, you procured a baby wipe from your duffle bag, and walked over to him.

“Is that so?” he asked, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes never leaving you. That was the thing about Dean; his eyes were so intimidating when they stared at you, as if they were staring directly into your soul. He looked up at you as you began to gently wipe the blood from his forehead, before throwing it into the trash. “Well then I think we should celebrate.”

“Dean, we don’t have to. I know you and Sam are tired, we can just–”

“Sam is gonna pass out as soon as those luscious locks hit the pillow, you know that,” he cut you off, standing up right in front of you. He was so close to you now, you could feel his body heat radiating into you.

“So what are you saying?” you asked sheepishly, feeling your face get hot, trying to busy yourself by stacking papers that were already stacked on the table.

“I think we should celebrate together, in your room. If that’s okay with you? We never get to spend any alone time together. Just me and you…”

You swallowed hard. It had never come to this before. Sure, there was always the flirting and the googly eyes back and forth between you, but you really never had been alone with Dean for longer than a few minutes. The chemistry between you was obviously there, but both of you didn’t want to complicate things. Even though this was something you’d never discussed, it was just silently known that hunters never had relationships. It was too complicated.

“Okay,” your heart agreed, even though your brain told you it wasn’t a good idea.

“Good,” he replied with a smile so wide, the crinkles by his eyes appeared. It was your favorite part of his face. “I’ll meet you in your room in an hour.”

Snapping your laptop shut, you gathered your things and left without saying goodbye, your heart hammering too hard in your chest to even speak.


You spent the next hour showering yourself, actually trying to do your makeup and hair. When the knock on the door came after midnight, you took a deep breath, before opening the door. It was just Dean, right? What could possibly happen? Finally, you opened it, to reveal a fresh showered, incredibly handsome man at the door. He was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“I brought this,” he said, walking in the door and sitting down on the bed. “I figured we would drink to you being with us for a whole year.”

“Sounds good to me,” you replied with a smile.

Dean spun the cap off the bottle and took a deep swig, before offering it to you. You also took a large gulp, which turned into you both passing it back and forth to each other; which then turned into you both being pig drunk playing a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.

“Okay…” Dean said, his head back against the bed as you both sat on the floor. It was too hard to get up at this point. You both had been very handsy with each other, very affectionate, which often happened when Dean was drunk. You didn’t matter in the slightest. “Never have I ever faked an orgasm?”

With a fuzzy brain and feeble hands, you reached out and took one big gulp from the bottle. Dean’s eyes grew wide.

“W-wait,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straighter. “What kind of men did you sleep with?”

“Shitty ones apparently,” you chuckled, looking him in the eye. You were brave under the whiskey’s influence. “I’ve actually never even had an orgasm. Well, besides from my vibrator…”

Dean choked on the whiskey that he’d just put in his mouth, a trail of it dribbling down his chin.

“Excuse me?”

Your face was getting hot now.

“Well you’re not supposed to lie when you play this game, right? I figured I could tell you in confidence…”

“No, no I mean of course you can,” he exhaled loudly. “But now I just want to show you how good it can feel. How a real man can make you feel. How I can make you feel…”

Dean had scooted closer to you now on the floor, and his hand was on your knee. Your eyes were locked onto each other, and the spark of sexual tension between you could’ve powered the room.

“Is this okay?” he asked, leaning into you and rubbing his rough hand over the top of your thigh. Good God, this was more than okay. It was what you’ve been yearning for, for over a year.

“Yes,” you breathed, his face now inches away from yours as he now hovered over you. You were leaned back on your elbows, his fists planted into the carpet now.

“Can I…”

“C-Can you what, Dean?”

Saying his name out loud, with such a wanton sound, only increased the electricity between you.

Everything…” he said with exasperation, as if it was something he’d been holding in too.

You answered him by making your lips meet, sparks flying throughout your nervous system at the contact. His hands flew up to cup your face, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. His mouth tasted so sweet, exactly what you’d expected it to taste like; like whiskey, and sweet mint toothpaste.

As softly as his drunken self would allow, he grabbed you by the waist and laid you gently on the bed, settling over top of you again. You let your hands roam everywhere you always wanted to, starting from his shoulders to the small of his back. You could feel the muscles ripple beneath his skin, as his own hands roamed your body.

Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his denim clad erection into your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your back arched instinctively at the sound of his voice, and you were dying for him to undress you. As if he could read your thoughts, he stripped you of your clothing, tossing it to the side in a heap. Seeing you sprawled completely naked in front of him, he let out a low whistle.

“You have no idea,” he started, tracing a line from between your breast to your belly button, his hands cupping your curves. “How long I’ve been dying to see you like this…”

Reaching up, you tugged at his shirt, then at his belt, desperate to see the treasures that were underneath his own clothes. Even though you were drunk beyond belief, you were coherent enough to know that you both wanted this; needed this.

Watching him strip of his own clothes was the most sinful experience you’d ever witnessed, and one you were sure you could never get tired of. Freckles dusted his shoulders and chest; his shoulders so broad you wanted to scream.

Seeing his cock for the first time made you gasp. You knew he’d be big, considering everything else about him was nothing short of perfect, but you didn’t expect it to be that big.

“Damn,” your drunk brain said, taking it in. Dean chuckled, taking your legs and spreading them gently apart.

“I could say the same for you,” he said, licking his lips as he saw what laid between your legs. His fingers gripped your inner thighs, as he lowered himself to settle right in front of your already soaking wet pussy. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look…”

Without anymore words, his lips closed around your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. You cried out, your hands immediately tugging at his hair. This only encouraged him, as he started to use his tongue, running it from the most sensitive part of your clit, down to lick up the juices you’d left behind.

“You taste even more delicious than I thought you would,” he said, before diving back in, this time inserting a thick finger inside you. You wanted to scream it felt so good, as he expertly used his tongue and fingers to inch you closer and closer to your sweet release. The noises he made as he tasted you were positively sinful, as you watched his perfect, plush lips suck at your clit.

“Dean…” you breathed, feeling the rubber band begin to snap in your stomach. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, nipping at your inner thigh, as he crooked his finger just right to hit your g-spot. Pops of white light appeared in your vision as you came, hard and fast around his finger. The most devilish smirk played at his lips, as he reached up and popped his finger into your mouth. “You see how good you taste? I don’t know why I waited this long.”

Even though you had just came as hard as you’d ever came before, you wanted more. Reaching between you, you wrapped his hard, thick cock in his hands and pumped it, watching as his eyes slowly closed. You guided it to your entrance, as he helped to thrust himself deep inside you. The perfect sting of him stretching you made your head spin, almost causing your walls to crumble already. He filled you up so well, and the sound of him groan as your walls clasped around him was one of the sexiest sounds you’d ever heard.

For the next couple of minutes, he thrust himself in and out of you, enjoying the feeling of your tightness. Dean worked his hands over your entire body, leaning down every so often to place a small peck to your lips.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead; the muscles in his abs beginning to clench.

“It feels incredible, Dean,” you managed to say, feeling the impending wave about to crash down on you. “I want to cum for you. I need to cum for you.”

“Oh please cum, baby,” he groaned, so needy. “I need to feel it.”

It was all he had to say, before you came around him, clawing at his back, leaving red welts. He threw his head back and grabbed your hips, biting his bottom lip as he came inside you. Before he pulled out of you, he kissed you long and hard, brushing the hair off of your own sweaty forehead.

With a soft chuckle, he collapsed next to you, covering his face.

“Oh my God,” he laughed. “I have the spins so fucking bad.”

You laughed next to him, feeling your stomach muscles tighten.

“I guess it wasn’t a good idea to fuck on the first date… drunk.”

Dean laughed again, this time harder, holding his stomach before looking directly at you.

“This wasn’t just a fuck for me, Y/N. I want you to know that.”

“Is that the whiskey talking?”

“No!” he practically yelled, sitting up in the bed. “It’s definitely not. I don’t know what it means exactly, but I do care about you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you said, changing the subject to something more light-hearted. There was no way you could have this conversation drunk. “You’re the first man to ever give me an orgasm.”

He patted himself on the back, emitting a giggle from you.

“I know. And I don’t want it to be the last.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your brain making it self believe that this would only be a one time thing.

“What do you mean?”

Dean took your hand in his, kissing each finger.

“I want to make you cum as many ways as I possibly can.”

Boom, boom, boom, goes your heart…

“How many possible ways is there?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “There are many.”

Dean got up from the bed and grabbed one of your notebooks from the table. He brought it back to you and sat down, all the while you continued to admire his god-like naked self.

“I want you and I to write down things we’ve always wanted to try, but never have.”

“Okay…”

“Then, we each take a turn and pick a slip of paper. Whatever it says on the paper, we try. Only if it’s something either of us are into. We can always say no, of course.”

You walked over to your duffle bag and pulled out a spare toiletry bag, dumping out its contents.

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” you said, ready for whatever adventure Dean was going to throw at you. “We can put them in here.”

“I think we should keep this from Sam,” Dean said, looking you directly in the eye. “Not that I want to hide this or anything, I just don’t want it to… complicate us.”

“Okay,” you said. “There’s no reason to tell Sam if there isn’t anything going on. It can be our little secret.”

For now…

“Right,” he agreed. “Now get to writing. I have a few ideas that I’ve been fantasizing about trying with you.”

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, as your mind raced about what may come in the near future. With shaky hands, you wrote down five things, folded them up, and put them in the bag along with Dean’s own five mystery scenarios.

“Awesome,” Dean said, kissing your forehead. “You get the first pick tomorrow night.”

Dean gathered his clothes and put them on, stopping to kiss you hard when he was done. Butterflies danced in your stomach, aching to ask him to stay, but knowing you shouldn’t.

“I should get back in case Sam wakes up,” he whispered, as if Sam could hear him through the walls. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

And with that, he was gone, closing the door silently behind him, leaving you aching and wanting for more.


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In the wake of all sorts of role-player related ups and downs lately, I’d like to take a moment to remind people of a couple of things that I have learned during all this time I have been a role-player. Please keep in mind that these come from my experiences alone, and they certainly aren’t enforced rules. Just things that might help others who are trying to get into the RP community.

1.) Communication is KEY. If you take anything away from this text post, let it be this. 

Not feeling an RP? Say something. Something come up and you can’t make a scheduled RP that you have set up with someone? Say something! Need a break? Say something! One of the literal worst feelings when being in an RP situation and not knowing what’s going on with the other person, especially when it comes to long gaps of time where nothing happens…or maybe someone’s just focusing on another alt. Silence and lack of communication is a breeding ground for uncertainty, assumption, jealousy and frustration.

2.) Real life comes first. Always. 

There should be no guilt being given or received for needing to sleep or rest, or to take care of one’s family or friends. Even just the need to be away from the computer or gaming systems. Real life ALWAYS comes first.

3.) Set engagement expectations early. 

Some people play one character and are looking for constant engagement with that character. Some people spend time across a number of alts and may favor a few of them more than the rest. Some people can only RP once or twice a week due to schedules. Make sure people involved understand availability.

4.) Roleplay should NEVER be forced.

If you are logging on and role-playing feels like a chore? Something is wrong and you need to think long and hard about what that is. Maybe it’s a lack of story, or you aren’t getting particular types of RP out of the current set-up you have. Maybe it’s time to move on to another game for a new, fresh start. Try to address this as soon as you start feeling it.

5.) There are good and bad kinds of drama.

Is there some juicy story drama happening during an arc? Romance? Tension? Action? This is the good kind of drama. In Character drama can be healthy and fun (again, so long as there is communication).

Are players treating each other with disrespect? Games of he-said she-said about players? Discrimination? Name-calling? Avoidance or alienation? Now we have some problems. 

Identify drama early. Address it before it becomes a wildfire. 


To reiterate, a lot of what was said above are things that I have experienced, and situations that might help others. There’s certainly no guidebook or laws set in stone regarding RP engagement, but maybe some of the things I have learned (both positive and negative) can help others enjoy this wonderful hobby.

If you have any other helpful tips and tricks when it comes to RP, speak up! I certainly love to read helpful ideas and experiences. Sharing wisdom can only help!

Better late than never.

Eggsy had invited you to a ball that Tilde and her parents were hosting for some charity event. You two were so close, even out of work you went everywhere together, and people always asked if you were a couple. Unfortunately your answer was always no, especially now he’d found Tilde, the princess of his dreams it seemed. Still, you stuck with him, being the supportive best friend you’d always been, even though it killed you a little inside every time you saw them together. You stepped on your long dress, the waist down made of black tulle, with a black short dress underneath it, and cursed underneath your breath as you held on to a chair to steady yourself. An arm snakes around your waist, another holding on to your wrist. Eggsy leant in to your ear, a little closer than he should have.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you gulp, your hand automatically resting on top of his on your waist, “just this silly dress.”

You laugh it off and sort yourself out, then he slides his arm away.

“I don’t think it’s silly. You look stunning,” he smiles as he walks away, back into the crowd and to an angry looking Tilde. You smile back at him and let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding since he put his hands on your body. Tilde’s eyes bore into yours, her face scrunching up as if she’s sucking on a lemon, and you can’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. You carry on circling around the room, talking to various diplomats and other members of royalty from different countries. With each movement you make, you can feel someone watching you, and every time you turn around, it’s Eggsy that’s looking at you, his eyes suddenly darting around the room to avoid your questioning gaze. You start to move towards each other, pausing for conversations along the way, both of you checking how far the other is away from them. Whenever you catch each other’s eye, you can’t help but smile across the crowd. The small talk with these people was killing you, and Eggsy knew you’d be hating it, but he desperately wanted to keep you here all night.

“So, when are you going to get engaged?” One of Tilde’s uncles asks Eggsy.

“Umm, actually, we haven’t spoken about that,” he says, looking around the room to check where you are, “(Y/N) and I are taking things slow at the moment.”

“Who’s (Y/N)?”

“Oh, sorry! Tilde, of course!” Eggsy corrects, still scanning the room as he looks around Tilde’s uncle’s head.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted,” Tilde’s uncle frowns, unimpressed with Eggsy’s behaviour.

“Yes, sorry, um,” Eggsy starts, then suddenly sees you, nearer than he thought you’d be and his eyes light up, “I must go, I’ll catch up with you later.”

Eggsy pushes his way through the crowd, reaching out to touch your arm when he’s close enough, but is stopped by Tilde standing in front of him, eyes like daggers.

“Oh! Hey!” He smiles, snapping his hand back to his side.

“Come with me, now,” she orders, storming off through the crowd. You turn around just as Eggsy runs after her, and your heart drops into your stomach. There he goes with the woman he’s sure to marry after all this. And here you are again, enticed in by his cheeky smile, working your way towards each other through the crowd, and now completely dejected, stuck talking to some distant relative of the Swedish royal family. You make your excuses and slowly wind your way back through the crowd, not paying any attention to the people you pass.

Out in the hall, Eggsy stands with his fingers pressed firmly against his forehead frustratedly.

“I need to get back in there,” he says exasperated.

“No! You need to explain to me why you’re staring at her all the time!” Tilde yells.

“What are you on about?!”

“Eggsy, you clearly have feelings for her. I’m not putting up with this any longer. It’s me or her. You need to decide now,” Tilde frowns, hands on her hips defiantly. Eggsy looks up, his hand falling down from his face as your name immediately pops into his head, no hesitation about it whatsoever. How had he been so stupid? He’s probably lost you now if you’d seen him running after her. Tilde’s eyes widen at his silence, and the realisation that now covers his face as his mouth opens a little to try and speak.

“Don’t say it. I know. Get her and leave as soon as possible, or I’ll call security,” Tilde orders, stomping away to the toilets. Eggsy takes a deep breath and runs back into the ballroom to find you, pushing people out of the way without care. He spots you, head hanging down as you slowly walk towards him unknowingly. His hand reaches out and grabs yours, pulling you towards him, and you bump into his chest with the force.

“Woah!” You breathe, looking up at his face.

“We need to leave. Now,” he says seriously, dragging you through the crowd and out into the hall.

“Eggsy, what are you-?”

“You’re welcome to him, bitch!” Tilde then shouts out from behind you, as Eggsy doesn’t even look back, pulling you out of the venue as quick as he can.

“Eggsy, why did she-?”

“Just hold on,” he says, bursting through the front doors and looking around for his car.

“Eggsy! Stop! What the fuck is going on here?!” You call out, stopping in your tracks, and pulling on his sleeve to slow him down.

“I love you, okay?!” He yells, turning to face you, his heart skipping a beat when he takes in your wind swept hair, figure hugging dress, and shocked face. You feel as if you’ve had the wind knocked out of you as you stand there looking at his worried face, his suit lopsided from running with his arm connected to yours behind him, face slightly red from his outburst.

“Eggsy,” you whisper, closing the gap between you both as your heels crunch on the gravel, trying to keep your balance. You fix his suit, straightening out his jacket and tie, then smooth the arms down and look up at him with a calm smile.

“That’s better,” you sigh, “now, what did you say before?”

“I love you,” he exhales, feeling instantly calm from your touch. You smile wider, reaching a hand up to his face and placing it gently on his cheek, your thumb stroking over the soft skin just beneath his eye.

“Tilde told me to choose between you or her, and it was only then I realised that I couldn’t live my life without you. I’m so stupid, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away right now, it’s taken me so long to realise this. I’m so sorry,” he explains, voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t be sorry, Eggs. Better late than never, right?” You smile, his face now mirroring yours, “and for the record, I love you too.”

The real Taylor Swift:

April 23rd 2009-July 10th 2010: The Fearless Tour

The Fearless Tour. Taylor decided to walk through the crowds at her shows, greeting fans of all ages, genders and races because SHE wanted to meet the fans that had been supporting her and helping her reach where she is to this day. After each show, Taylor held a meet and greet called ‘The T-Party’. This was a room where fans could go to eat pizza and meet each other and get to know other people and then get to meet Taylor. Taylor would walk around stadiums and hide behind food bars and then surprise fans in the line. Each night she would walk a number of miles to meet as many people as she could.

February 9th 2011-March 18th 2012: The Speak Now Tour

Much like at the Fearless Tour, Taylor said she wanted to continue walking through the crowds during one of her songs at the Speak Now Tour. Taylor hugged as many people as she could and thanked them for coming. Sometimes Taylor would tell her security to move out of the way and to let her hug more people. Taylor continued her ‘T-Party’ meet and greet. Taylor’s team would walk to different areas of the stadium during the show and hand out free meet and greets to fans who had gone all-out; screaming and dancing the whole time and wearing bold and creative costumes/handmade posters.

September 8th 2012: Ronan

The lyrics to this song are based on a blog she read about a four-year-old boy, Ronan Thompson, who died from neuroblastoma in 2011.Taylor wrote the song by putting together quotes from blog creator Maya Thompson, Ronan’s mother. Thompson is credited as a co-writer of the song. Taylor first performed the song live for Stand Up to Cancer in September 2012, and has only performed it publicly one other time, at the Glendale, Arizona stop of The 1989 World Tour, at which Ronan’s mother was in the audience. All proceeds from sales of the single go to help fight cancer.

2014: 1989 Secret Sessions

In anticipation of the release of her album, 1989 on October 27, Taylor held a series of “1989 Secret Sessions” over the past few weeks at her various homes across America, where carefully-selected fans were told they were attending some sort of secret event, with no knowledge of what was in store for them. When fans arrived they were told to sit in a room together and wait. Taylor then jumped out and surprised them all and they all got to hear her new album before anyone else. Taylor baked cookies and other goods, fans got to meet Taylor’s cat, Olivia Benson Swift, and they danced together and each got to meet Taylor and just hang out.

May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour

At each 1989 concert, before perfoming her song ‘clean’, Taylor gave a 3-4 minute inspirational speech, telling fans to love themselves. This is what Taylor said to the crowd of 60,000 at Hyde Park, London on June 272015: ‘There are people here from all over the world, so if you travelled to be here, thank you so much for coming. And, you know, looking out at you, thinking about the fact that we all come from different places, maybe we all have different accents, we have different hobbies, different backgrounds, whatever. But there’s one thing that we have in common that I know for sure. That thing is that when we feel a great amount of joy, or a great amount of pain, we turn to music. That’s why we’re all at Hyde Park tonight. From talking to you so much, and getting to know you, it’s never been more apparent to me how difficult it is to feel okay about yourself in 2015. Real talk. I mean, every single day we go online – and trust me, I love the internet, okay? Love it – but, every day we go online and we scroll through the highlight reel of other people’s awesome lives. But we don’t see the highlight reel of our awesome lives – all we see is the behind the scenes. We see every single moment, from when we wake up and we’re like “oh, God, not feeling my hair today. Not going to be a good day today for the hair”. We see our doubts, we see our fears, we see our concerns. You are the only one who is inside your brain feeling all of your anxieties and the voices who are telling you that you can’t be who you want to be, or that you’re not who you want to be, or that you want to be more like that other person over there. Let me tell you, people are mean to each other, but no voice is as mean as our own voices are to ourselves. Is it true or is it false? It’s true, right? Okay, so if there’s one thing that you come away from this night remembering, I want it to be this – every day when you look in the mirror, and your mind is telling you all the things you are not – if those things are that you’re not cool enough, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not popular enough, you’re not successful enough, you’re not special, you’re not wanted, you’re not unique – those are not the things you are not. Let me tell you the things you are not. Okay? You are not somebody else’s opinion. That’s what you’re not. You are not going nowhere just because you’re not where you want to be yet. You are not damaged goods just because you have made mistakes in your life. Those are the things you are not. Let me tell you the things that you are. Would you like to hear the things that you are? You are your own definition of beautiful, and worthwhile, and no one else’s definition. You are wiser, stronger, and smarter because you made mistakes in your life, not damaged. And lastly, London, England, you are someone who is probably standing here tonight going through your own battles, fighting your own ghosts, trying to cover your own scars, stressing about your own stresses. But, rather than wallowing in them, you got up, you put on an awesome outfit, and now we’re all standing here together having the best time of our lives at a concert on a Saturday night. I realise that it’s not about being perfect, it’s not about feeling perfect. I think that sometimes it’s just about getting on with things and realising that you’re happy today. That’s all that matters. I just want you to know that one thing I have learned in 25 years, and I’m still learning, is that if you get rained on, you walk through a bunch of storms, life is constantly coming at you – that doesn’t make you damaged. It makes you clean.’


May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour (Loft 89)

At Taylor’s 1989 concerts, she held a meet and greet called ‘Loft 89′ where Taylor, again, could hang out with her fans and dance around with them. Taylor met lots of different people including children with disabilities and illnesses. Taylor made sure everyone had a great time and that everyone was included and treated equally.

Christmas 2014/2015: ‘Swiftmas’

Taylor Swift surprised 13-year-old fan Delaney Clements who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma at the age of seven. Delaney, who is a massive fan of the 26-year-old singer started a campaign to meet Taylor called #TaylorMeetDelaney and on Saturday (19th December) her wish came true. Taylor surprised the family by turning up unannounced and the afternoon was captured on Instagram and Facebook with Delaney and her Mum posting photos. Taylor became so into the idea of ‘Swiftmas’ that she also sent a number of other fans packages of merch and other little presents.

Award acceptance speeches

To any award acceptance speech, there is always something directed to Taylor’s fans. Taylor thanks her fans for everything because she knows that we are such a big part of her life and she wouldnt be where she is now without us.

A very important quote Taylor has said:

Long story short: Taylor is one of those few artists who does nothing but good for her fans and everyone around her yet she gets body shamed and name called everywhere. It really does break my heart. 

Taylor has been there for me through everything and I know that she always will be because she has never failed to make us all smile and to make us all feel better about ourselves, She has made me feel loved and wanted and she has introduced me to some of my bestest friends ever. To me, Taylor Swift is not just an artist, she’s my best friend.

@taylorswift

Blue Blood

“Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: royalty ausmut, angst
wordcount: 26k

❀ 1 / 9 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: this is angsty!, jimin is a light dom, slow burn, violence, mentions of blood, heavy themes, lots of drama, character death

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To those who say Jonerys will never happen in the books, just a quick reminder Dany has been dreaming of him, even if she has not seen his face yet…

Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.

Daenerys, ACOK

He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life –however long that might be– he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name

Jon, AGOT

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain.

Melisandre, ADWD

Jon’s face and presence is often referred to as being in the shadows, he’s always been the outsider, watching the Stark children play and even if he did play himself sometimes, he tried his best to avoid irritate Lady Stark, so he kept it to himself, as the bastard he was pained to be. 

Melisandre’s visions of him, from R’hllor himself is described as Jon’s shadow hidden…It’s not SO subtle how he’s always referred to be hidden there. 


A quick reminded that when he died, she listened to Ghost’s cries…from across THE NARROW SEA…

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

Jon, ADWD

“Off in the distance, a wolf howledThe sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“

Daenerys, ADWD

These chapters happen at the same time, how can Daenerys Targaryen, in Meeren, listen to Jon’s murder at the Wall, North of Westeros, if not for the bond they have…without ever meeting. Call it soulmates, fate, whatever you want. Martin does not use words he does not think necessary nor he adds information that the story does not need. If you ever read one his books, you’ll know he’s sharp and everything means something, even the puzzles and riddles thrown our way. Daenerys heard his soul, Ghost’s cries (perhaps his own, warg ones), and she felt sad over it, not even knowing why.


A reminder that when Dany was at the House of the Undying, she only saw important, relevant things. Not only to herself, but to the realm: the rape of Westeros, The Red Wedding, the madness of Aerys Targaryen demanding to burn Kings Landing, Rhaegar and Elia talking of Aegon and his promised song, the fake dragon (Faegon, am I right?), Hardhome, what her son’s future would have been like, White Walkers, Rhaegar’s murmuring a woman’s name right before he died (we all assume is Lyanna’s, I guess we’ll find out eventually), and there are others, but to me it means a lot that one of these visions is:

a blue flower growing from a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.

Daenerys, ACOK

Oh, she also sees the red door of the house she loved and she remembers growing up, and she believed it was in Braavos. She only had important sights for the realm and herself, yet she sees a blue flower growing at the wall (if you don’t think this means Jon Snow growing at the Wall, we can’t be friends and you can’t even read this, bye! JK haha…but come on, Lyanna is said to have loved winter roses, which are blue…the same ones that composed the crown Rhaegar Targaryen crowned her with, as The Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal. Jon lives, works, serves at the Wall, it doesn’t get any more obvious than this, y’all…only if Martin wrote she saw a ‘hot northmen with gorgeous hair at Castle Black, really…”). 

(whoever did this second gif, thank you so very much, this is beautiful <3)

So not only does this shows how important Jon is to the realm (remember how her visions are all important, not only to her but also to Westeros? *inserts my theory of them both being AA* But he’s also important to her, the flower is not just THERE, it also fills the air with sweetness, it pleases her. Do I need to say more? 


This one is very meaningful if not very telling, to me. They both feel alone, like something is missing. One can even say “they feel alone cause they are alone”, but they were not. It almost feels like there is someone out there, a better match. 

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.

Daenerys, ADWD

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone.

Jon, ASOS

their story is a never ending parallel.

Not to disrespect Ygritte, cause I think she was necessary to Jon’s growth. She was a great character and I do believe Jon loved her, at some point. But just like Daenerys, this love was not a choice, it was almost like a survival choice, they made the best out of a bad situation. 

He had to be with Ygritte, or Mance would have killed him, he would not believe Jon had really deserted the Night’s Watch. Ygritte wasn’t Jon’s act of rebellion, like I once read at a meta, no, she was, at first, his sacrifice/way to fill his mission. But somewhere along the way, he fell in love with her, she was strong, funny, and she awoke the sexuality in him. Again, he had to be with her, to prove himself, but it also wasn’t like he didn’t like it. 

Daenerys loved Khal Drogo? Yeah, but it was as forced as was Jon and Ygritte. One can say it was even worse for she did not go willing, she was pushed into it, sold like a slave, to get her brother an army (we do have to thank karma cause his army never came, boo-ya, sucker!). She was given to a stranger, a savage (comparing to her culture; it’s funny even to see the parallel here, both had to be with people that are considered savages, wildlings where they come from) in return of an army, and she made the best of her situation, she learnt his language, his manners, bore his child (even if the baby never came to live), she fell in love with him cause for the first time in a very long time (or forever?), she was treated with care and love (the way Drogo knew how to love) by the man in her life. 


A sweet reminder of how Daenerys thinks of her family and how she would have married Rhaegar’s son, had he lived. Rhaegar’s son, who’s Jon’s daddy again? 

Plus, we’ve seen on the show that Jon was named Aegon Targaryen too, we do not know if he will have the same name on the books but I honestly do not think they would change something so important. 

So, just another beautiful “easter egg” to ya:

Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. 

There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

Daenerys, ADWD

Who says you still won’t, sweetie? Hold on, Melisandre will bring him back or he was warging Ghost, let’s just wait a bit longer, okay? 


Their journey is a never ending parallel, and their path is clearly to each other.

I don’t think the history is called ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ without a cause, Jon may be blood of the dragon, but he’s also a Stark, and Daenerys is a Targaryen through and through…

*the lord of light aka george r.r. martin speaks through melisandre*

I’m back to reading the books and even if I’m still at AGOT, I just felt like making this, had a really bad day and making this made it a little better. 

What are your thoughts? <3 

mike and richie as twins

(sorry for how long this is! i got a little carried away)

-they have the same parents, but richie takes their dad’s name and mike takes their mother’s

-this is because when they were kids they came up with this idea no one would guess they were related if they had different last names

-nancy laughed at them both and told them how ridiculous that was, but it stuck

-they shared a room up until they were seven and got in an argument and richie ended up throwing soda at mike and ruining the duvet of his bed (they had already destroyed a lot of stuff before then.  This was the final straw for Mrs. Wheeler)

-mike finds it obnoxious how messy richie is

-their bathroom is half warzone, half last ditch attempts by mike to keep it clean

-they end up having their own “sides” of the counter but richie’s stuff always ends up on mike’s side

-once richie used mike’s toothbrush so mike dunked richie’s toothbrush in the toilet and didn’t tell him

-dustin and lucas sometimes laugh at richie’s jokes and mike hisses “don’t encourage him”

-richie has a habit of flirting with everyone

-this includes will.

-sometimes he makes a dirty joke and winks at will and will blushes

-mike gets annoyed by it, but always tells himself it’s just because he doesn’t want his gross brother hitting on any of his friends

-they have fights over who’s going to have the sleepover this weekend.  

-the losers always make sure to include mike though

-just like the party includes richie (if he’s home, a lot of the time he sneaks over to eddies)

-mike never tells their parents that richie’s snuck out, no matter how mad he is, because he knows how horrible eddie’s mom is

-when he was younger, mike had a crush on bill, something he will NEVER admit

-he also had a crush on bev, who was so nice to him and used to offer him the last cookie/soda/bit of chips

-the party is kind of in awe of how cool bev is, and they always try to invite her to join their party

-richie is like “MY FRIENDS NOT URS” and bev finds it really funny

-even though richie and mike get on each other’s nerves, they band together really fast when one of them is picked on.

-richie constantly comes home with black eyes and a bloody nose/lip because people pick on mike and his friends

-mike and eddie help clean him up, both telling him to “sit still idiot”

-when they’re sixteen one time richie comes out of the shower with just sweatpants “hey mike, have you seen my scorpions shirt?”

-will goes bright look and glances down super quickly

-mike notices this and gets kinda angry? Not at will just the general situation

-but richie has been in love with eddie since he was like ten, and they’ve been dating since 8th grade so he only has eyes for his eds

-he notices how bothered mike is by this and just kinda laughs to himself bc he knows they’ll have to sort it out for themselves

-nancy, richie, and mike are a fucking power trio

-nancy takes them out to the city every month or so, less when she heads out to college

-they always visits mike’s “nerd stops” like museums and various comic book stores.

-they also hit up record shops (for richie) and occasionally nancy sneaks them into a grunge show “ONLY IF THEY PROMISE TO BE GOOD AND STAY IN HER SIGHT”

-both of them dread when nancy drags them to a clothing store, whining the whole way, but they have fun messing around with different outfits while nancy shops

-they talk about boys (and girls, the wheelers/toziers are bi icons) over food and whenever someone mentions will, mike gets all blushy.  Nancy and Richie share knowing looks

-nancy is definitely the cool, protective sister.  If she hears anyone in the higher classes making fun of richie and eddie she’s fucking ON THAT, turns out richie learned it all from her

-richie and mike definitely bond over how sucky their dad is. Insulting him when he isn’t around, teaming up to argue with him when he’s being ridiculous

-they know secrets about each other too, one’s they’d never tell anyone else

-mike knows that richie has nightmares about a family that hurts and ignores him, and it’s his biggest fear to end up alone like he is in his dreams

-richie knows that mike fears no one will need him anymore, and that he’s always struggling to have his voice heard

-richie gets real tired of mike and will sharing looks and then looking away blushing, and skirting around each other.  He “accidentally” locks them in a closet, and comes back thirty minutes later.

-they’re kissing

-they basically rip apart when richie opens the door

-”FINALLY YOU FUCKING LOVEBIRDS”

-will is bright red and mike is all stuttery “SHUT UP RICHIE”

-richie in a rare moment tells mike how happy he is for him (after will goes home)

-mike is all smiley and happy

-”he still thinks i’m hotter”

-”BEEP BEEP RICHIE” and a pillow is thrown at him

-richie and mike end up going to different colleges

-both of them joke how happy they are to escape the other, but in truth it’s kind of sad

-the second night of being alone, without mike close by, richie calls mike at like 1 am

-mike picks up immediately

-”did you have a nightmare?”

-richie doesn’t want to admit that he misses him “it’s fucking weird not to hear your annoying voice yammering away”

-mike realizes what’s going on “real quiet now that your shitty music isn’t blasting”

-both of them just chat about how life is going, until they start to fall asleep

-richie is best man at mike’s wedding, and mike is best man at richie’s

-mike gets strippers for richie for his bachelors party

-richie sets up a fucking LARP session

-and richie’s speech makes mike cry (it ends with “i love you, you fucking nerd”)

-when mike and will adopt a daughter,  richie and eddie come over to visit and play with the kid a lot

-mike and richie like to pretend to be each other

-the kid is never fooled, she knows who her dad is

Sims 4: Pethood Legacy Challenge

A nine generation challenge for Cats and Dogs!

Use the tag #pethood so I can check out your posts, and take a look at my YouTube channel where I’ll be posting my own gameplay! 

Instructions:

  • No cheating unless it is for storyline purposes
  • Heir choice is entirely up to the player
  • Start on the smallest lot in Brindleton Bay
  • Purchase one tent then cheat funds to 0 

Gen 1: A Sim’s Best Friend

Dog Lover, [your choice], [your choice]

After a series of poor financial decisions, you find yourself homeless. You decided to travel to a town called Brindleton Bay to see if you can start a new life there. You earned money by getting a job and selling fish you caught.

  • Place only a tent on the lot 
  • Fish for money
  • Use public lots to satisfy all needs except sleep 
  • Introduce yourself to strays you encounter
    • Choose one out of the strays and befriend it, do not adopt 
  • Get a job
    • Once you are financially stable, adopt the stray
    • Become best friends with your pet
  • Make friends and fall in love
  • Have a child through adoption or biological means
  • Have your pet have puppies 
    • Raise the puppies for a few days before giving them up for adoption
  • Reach top of your career
  • Gift the heir with a kitten once they become a young adult 

Gen 2: Crazy Cat Lady/Guy

Cat Lover, Insider, Hates Children

Growing up, your household was filled with laughter and barks. You wanted to provide that kind of lifestyle for your children, just with meows instead of barking. With your new pet kitten, you decided to go into the city and start a new life. 

  • Move into a small apartment in San Myshuno with your kitten
  • Join the social media career
    • Simstagram the kitten almost every day 
  • Give the kitten its own room and pamper it
  • Fall in love with someone from the city
    • Move in together and have a child before becoming an adult
    • Avoid caring for the baby unless it is starving 
    • Argue with partner whenever the baby cries
    • Break up and kick partner out of apartment 

You thought you had found your perfect match. But love just brought you heartbreak and a child you never really wanted.

  • Adopt another cat
    • Name it after ex
  • Try to date again but fail
    • Adopt another cat and name it after the sim you pursued
  • Adopt a cat at random intervals after the child ages up from toddler 
  • Be good friends with every cat
  • Never throw a birthday party for the child
    • Give the child the smallest room possible

Gen 3: What A Foxy Sim

Noncommittal, Hot-Headed, Dance Machine

Maybe it was because you were neglected as a child, but you constantly craved attention. Ever since you were a baby, your mother never even glanced at you. Her attention was always on those damn cats. You vowed to never be like her. In fact, you didn’t want to be part of this pet-obsessed family at all. 

  • Leave the city as soon as you become a young adult
  • Despise your mother
    • Never introduce yourself to any family members
  • Work as a musician (or celebrity if you have road to fame) 
  • Go to clubs/bars whenever you can 
    • Never turn down an invite to a party
  • Flirt with random people, never become boyfriend/girlfriend
    • Go on dates every week, preferably with different people
  • Irresponsibly woohoo (risky woohoo or occasionally try for baby)
    • Once you are visibly pregnant stop going on dates

Pregnancy wasn’t something you wanted or expected. But you didn’t want a child to be neglected like you were. So you reluctantly decide to wrap up your partying days and settle down.

  • Move in with the person you have the highest romance bar with
    • Raise the child with them
  • Meet a little fox
    • Slowly befriend it
    • Eventually adopt
  • Never interact with a cat
  • Occasionally go on a date with someone other than spouse
  • Have child catch you cheating

Gen 4: I Want To Help

Cat Lover, Outgoing, Cheerful

Growing up, you had believed everything your mother told you. But seeing her cheat made you rethink everything she had ever said. You found out about your grandmother through her social media profile, and decided to fix everything that went wrong in your family.

  • Age up with high conflict resolution for mediator trait (Parenthood) 
  • Be friends with grandmother and mother
    • Fix their bad relationship with each other
  • Have a large group of friends 
  • Fall in love with a cat owner
    • Only start dating after learning traits
    • Marry and move out when your mother befriends the cat
  • Have multiple children
    • Love them equally
    • Try to give them good character values

You loved having a cat, and wanted to help all animals. So why not become a vet? Better yet, why not become a vet with your entire loving family? 

  • Open a family vet clinic 
    • Have it reach 5 stars
  • Adopt so there is always at least one pet in the family
    • If a pet becomes pregnant, keep as many pups/kittens as possible

Gen 5: Artistic Streak

Creative, Active, Family Oriented

Your parents taught you to give every life a chance. You loved animals dearly, and got along well with all (well, almost all) of your siblings. In your large family, there was never a silent moment. But you always felt like your life was lacking just a little bit of color…

  • Max creativity skill as a young child
  • Be friends with all siblings except one
    • If you want, you can sort out differences during adulthood
  • Join the painter career
    • Move into a small house/apartment
    • Adopt a cat and dog and give them custom paint
  • Paint pictures of your pets (paint by reference) 
    • Frame at least one of each
  • When you become successful, move to a larger home
  • Meet someone while walking dog and instantly fall in love
    • Propose and marry very quickly
    • Adopt or conceive a child on wedding night
  • Throw extravagant parties for your child and spoil them
    • After they age up from a toddler, die from unnatural causes

Your death was a shock to the entire art industry. Your child was devastated and took days off school to just cry. And your spouse? Well, they weren’t actually too upset. Because all this time, they had just wanted your success.

  • Have spouse join the painter career
    • You can cheat so they become successful immediately 
  • Repaint family pets
  • Spouse should not talk to the child unless absolutely necessary 
  • Child grows up with perfect grades
    • Achieve at least two positive character value (parenthood) 

Gen 6: Reach For The Moon

Jealous, Mean, Ambitious

Being the only child to a rich widow, you always got what you wanted. But it was never enough. You looked innocent at first glance, but you weren’t the nicest sim around. Anyone doing better than you made you jealous, and you could never get along with co workers. Your only goal was reaching the top of your career, and nothing was going to stand between you and your goal.

  • Work as a teen
    • Get perfect grades
  • Move out to a new neighborhood 
  • Join the astronaut career 
    • Haha get it? Shoot for the moon??
    • Be disliked by all co workers 
    • Always complete the daily task, even when your needs are low 
  • At level four of your career, join a random club
    • Befriend everyone except club leader 
    • Overthrow leader
  • At level five, adopt a pet that is the same breed as a neighbor’s or co worker’s
    • Make it more unique or better dressed
    • Max the training skill
  • At level six, fall for someone with a spouse
    • Get closer and eventually make them leave their spouse
  • At level seven, propose

Your fiancee was pretty decent, but you wanted someone that would make everyone around you green with envy. So you decided to explore your options before fully settling down. 

  • Flirt with other married sims
  • At level eight, leave your fiancee at the altar
  • Once you max your career, choose the most successful sim
    • Convince to leave spouse
    • Marry
  • Try to get twins (fertility trait, massages, or adopt two kids) 
    • If you don’t get twins, just have two children and age them together
    • Always age up the twins on the same day   
  • Favor one child over the other 
    • Bigger room, more toys, etc

Gen 7: Not My Fault

Bro, Clumsy, Kleptomaniac

Ever since you were young, you felt like your twin was always favoured over you. You were always too loud, too sloppy, or too annoying. Even your classmates preferred your twin as a friend. So you turned to less… mainstream methods of becoming successful. But hey, it wasn’t you who wanted to go down this path. You just wanted acceptance. Right..?

  • Have no close friends throughout childhood
  • Make only one friend during high school
  • Fall for a classmate
    • Watch as twin ends up dating your crush
  • When you age up, move out to live with your twin
    • Lock yourself into your room whenever your twin throws a party
    • Practice hacking
  • Your twin becomes successful in a publicly accepted career 
    • Doctor, business, etc
  • Get a job in a similar career but quit after a few days
  • Your twin gets married to your crush and has a child
    • Move out when the baby becomes a toddler
    • Get a house with your high school friend 
  • Adopt a raccoon
  • Hack for money
    • Steal items when funds are low
    • Max mischief skil
  • Sneak into twin’s house while he is at work
    • Seduce his/her spouse 
    • Leave before he/she returns
  • Get caught cheating

Getting caught made you realize how selfish you had become. By now, your feelings for your highschool sweetheart were close to nonexistent. Gradually, you begin to understand who you had loved all along. Somebody who had been by your side since high school

  • End relationship with twin’s spouse
  • Start dating roommate
    • Go on unique dates (go to the gym, garden together, visit the lighthouse, etc) 
  • Marry roommate
    • Adopt a child, even if biological child is possible
    • Other children are optional
  • Raise raccoon and child(ren) very well
  • Shelter child(ren) from your past and the dangers of the world

Gen 8: At Death’s Door

Snob, Family Oriented, Insane

Your family was never struggling for money, nor rich. Your parents had always shielded you from the dangers and pains of the world, and that lead to a pretty bland childhood. During your high school years, you began realizing how limited your life actually was. You wanted more. You weren’t content with just a normal life. You wanted something more… exotic.

  • Stay out late and rebel since high school
  • Move in with your grandparents during teenage life stage
    • Adopt a robot dog (custom paint) 
  • Have no curfew
  • Party often and have a large group of not so close friends
    • Date around, never get soulmate status
  • When one of your grandparents die, talk to the grim reaper
    • Fall in love with the grim reaper
    • Start trying to kill a sim to see the reaper again
  • Try to get one of the relationship bars to 50%
    • If you can’t make it after one sim death, keep killing sims
    • The sim is insane, so use any method
  • When you reach 50% in either friendship or romance
    • Add reaper to the household with cheats
  • Throw a lot of money into the wishing well (romantic garden)
    • Use the 1,000 simoleon option 
    • Wish for a child
    • Try to get the overwhelmingly negative or death outcome 
    • Treasure the child and raise him/her with the reaper

What were you thinking during your younger days? Dating the reaper of souls? Raising a child together? Strangely enough, you began craving the mundane life you wished to escape.

  • Break up with grim reaper, move him out
  • Begin dating a normal sim
    • Have a baby biologically or adopt
  • Get engaged, do not marry yet

Gen 9: Wished Upon

Evil, Loner, Foodie

Your mother abandoned your otherworldly father when you were young. Then she moved on to a boring old sim. You hated your sibling and your stepparent. You wanted your real family back. 

  • Join the renegades as a child 
  • Become enemies with stepparent
  • Despise sibling
  • Stage an “accident” for stepparent
    • Meet up with your reaper father
    • Get parents back together
  • Become a chef
  • Live on the museum lot by the graveyard
    • Adopt a ghost pet and befriend random ghost animals
  • Never marry 
Humans Are Weird: Anthroponomastics Edition

I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to a lot of things, but one of the ones that really interests me that I don’t think a lot of people necessarily think about is personal names: the set of names that identify individual human beings.

One of the common things I see in science fiction is names used to define alien races as being alien, by having them counter traditional English name structures (I imagine this is true in other languages as well, but I am less familiar). Tali’Zorah nar Rayya, G’Kar, Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan, Teal’c, etc. When names do resemble human names, the reason given is usually that their full length would be unpronounceable by humans, like Spock.

But the general similarity between all of these variations is that within the species, names are structured the same. Tali’Zorah nar Rayya is the daughter of  Rael'Zorah nar Rayya. G’Kar is a follower of G’Quan and has an aide called Na’Toth. Names are often used in SF not only to identify a species as alien, but identify them as a specific race of alien.

So what if that is, to a degree, true? What if humans encountered aliens who have a specific form of designation for each individual of the entire species? And then they have to deal with human personal names.

Human personal names are weird. There’s a general correlation between how they’re given within cultural groups, but those are by no means rules and when you have cultural groups intermingling, they can even cross.

Most English-speaking countries have three names: First, Middle, Last. First and Middle are distinct from Last. Last names are usually patrilineal and come from the father, but that’s becoming less true as more children take their mother’s last name and hyphenated dual last names become more prominent.

Speaking of dual last names, other cultures sometimes forego the Middle and have two Lasts instead. Spain, as well as many Spanish-speaking countries, has three names: First Patrilineal Matrilineal. So when Maria Alvarado Rodriguez and Diego Rubio Suarez have a child, they name her Inez Rubio Alvarado. But even that isn’t a rule, because recently women in Spain and other countries have taken to reversing the surname order of their children, like Inez Alvarado Rubio.

In Russian, you also have three names: First Patronymic Patrilineal. Nadezdha Valentinovna Petrov is the daughter of Valentin Igorovich Petrov. Irish Gaelic names appear as though they have three much of the time, but they’re really First and Last with a surname prefix of Ó/Ua or Mac for males and Ní/Nic for females: Seán Mac Mathúna, Gráinne Ní Mhurchú.

First, though, is probably better referred to as a Given Name, because it doesn’t necessarily always come first. In Japanese, the Surname comes before the Given Name, so a name written in English format as Shinobu Sato would be more accurately written as Sato Shinobu. This is also true of Korean naming convention: during the 2014 Winter Olympics some American broadcasters referred to a South Korean figure skater as Kim Yuna, while her legal name under South Korean convention is Yuna Kim.

And names are so different across borders that often when people emigrate or relocate, they change their names to better interact with the host culture. Ergo the stereotype of getting a new name at Ellis Island. My mother’s family is primarily from Moscow and Western Russia, but none of their names sound it: Yulia is Julie, Svetlana is Vicky, Kirill is Kyle, etc. And they all have middle names, legally, but those “middle names” are actually their patronymics, which would be considered surnames in Russia. One of my friends is from Tanzania and goes by Amy because she doesn’t want people to butcher the pronunciation of her Swahili name; according to my African-American Lit professor who works with several Ghanaian academics, the same is true of people with Ashanti names.

That’s not even the most complicated part: we don’t even call each-other by our legal names most of the time. If we’re in a casual setting, we might call each-other by names that may have no relation to our given names. My friend’s birth name is Cynthia and we call her Ray. Plenty of people go by their middle names. And this is often from birth. Someone might name their child Robert, but most people don’t look at an infant and think “Robert,” so five minutes out of the delivery room he’s called Robbie or Bo or something else. My Spanish-language teacher is Basque but was born in a dictatorship when her parents weren’t allowed to name her Idoia - so they named her Maria Idoia and immediately dropped the Maria in general use.

I have at least four nicknames within my family alone: my immediate family calls me Kate, my aunt calls me Katie (and is the only one allowed to do so), and my grandmother calls me either Katya or Katousha, which are both Russian endearments.

And then we change them for a variety of reasons. We have gender-specific names, so people whose identity doesn’t correspond to their assigned gender will change their names to more accurately represent themselves. People change their names when they get married. People change their names when the name itself is besmirched somehow: hundreds of Adolfs became Alfreds and Alberts after WWII. People even sometimes change their names because they feel like it.

Any given human being has at least half a dozen names they go by. So you have poor T’Xao just trying to find the Human known as Katherine Elizabeth Jennings and getting responses like “Oh, Katie’s over in Engineering” and “Jen’s in the Dining Hall” and “I think I saw Lizzie heading toward Medical” and who are all these people and can they lead him to Katherine Elizabeth Jennings? T’Xao just wants the Engineering reports so he can show the Captain, this shouldn’t be this hard.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part One)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

Warnings: Some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 3,524

A/N: The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine.
Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted.
Enjoy!

Part Two / Part Three

Originally posted by hardyness

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.

This was not how you planned this day to go.

“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.

There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.

“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”

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Request: “Hi! I love your stories so much! I don’t know if you do these but is there anyway you can do a story with Bill Skarsgard and the reader having their first child. Like them finding out their having a baby and watching the pregnancy develop and finally they get to meet the baby when it’s born?”

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: YASS I finally finished with all of the 20+ requests I had in my inbox, it took a week but that’s an ACHIEVEMENT I’M SO PROUD of myself😂😎

You and Bill had been together for 4 years before he finally decided to pop the question. You, your friends, and your family were very happy for you. They all loved Bill and since he made you happy they were happy. Six months after Bill proposed you both got married in front of all your closest family members and friends. It was an amazing wedding and you looked very beautiful with your white big wedding dress.

Bill thought you looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale. He even cried as you walked down the aisle with your father on your right side. Bill couldn’t contain his happiness and excitement, he was very emotional. After 4 years he finally was going to marry you. The love of his life, his entire world and many other more beautiful things. 

Once the wedding was over you went to Paris for your honeymoon where you both made love to each other and conceived your first child. A couple of weeks passed and you both were finally back at home in your beautiful mansion. You had been feeling nauseous and couldn’t keep your food in your stomach.

Worried, Bill went to the doctor with you where you both received the news that you were expecting a baby! Bill obviously not being able to contain his excitement spun you around in front of the doctor. The doctor being fan of both of you thought it was very cute and considered you a very lucky women to have such a supportive and loving husband. 

Once you got home Bill started ordering baby furniture and clothes. You giggled at how you had only been a couple of weeks pregnant. You still had 9 more months to go until the baby arrived. Bill just shook his head and kissed you only replying, “It is never too early to start preparing.”

After that Bill called all of his friends and family telling them about the amazing news. He was literally jumping and spinning around the house as he spoke on the phone this man was more then excited.

Time had passed and you were now 8 months pregnant. You had been surprised with a baby shower that had been planned by you and Bill’s family members and friends. You all spent an amazing time and were given A LOT of gifts enough to last you all until the baby went to school.

A little bit more time passed and finally you were 9 months pregnant. The journey had been amazing. Bill was an amazing husband he was always caring for you whether it was tying your shoes, picking up something you dropped or satisfying your cravings he was there to make sure you were happy. 

“There’s my beautiful wife.” Bill smiled as he walked up to you and kissed your lips.

“Hey handsome your son is abusing his mom, he keeps kicking me.” You frowned.

“Little one you better stop kicking your mommy, she’s made a lovely home for you these past 9 months the least you can do is not kick her.” Bill said as he pressed his ear onto your stomach and spoke to your son.

Soon after Bill finished speaking the kicking stopped causing Bill to smile.

“Holy shit you’re amazing how on earth?” You asked in disbelief.

“It’s official I’m the baby whisperer.” Bill said bowing causing you to giggle.

All of a sudden you felt a warm liquid run down your leg your eyes widened to the size of saucers causing Bill to become worried.

“Y/N what’s wrong are you okay?” He asked.

“Bill my water broke the baby is coming.” You smiled. Bill kissed you passionately before helping you out of the chair.

“Alright I have the bag and I’ve got you let’s go to the hospital and have us a baby.” 

“We’re having a baby Bill he’s finally here.” 


After a couple of hours dealing with contractions and pushing out your baby. You had finally given birth. Bill had been there for you the whole time from the moment the doctors injected the epidural into up until now that he sat next to you as he carried your son (S/N= Son’s name).

“Welcome to the world S/N your mommy and I are very happy that you’re here. She’s asleep right now but once she wakes up she will also be very happy to see you.” Bill whispered to your son as he held his father’s finger with his tiny hand.

“We’re all going to be very happy together and maybe once a couple of months pass you could eventually see yourself becoming a big brother.” Bill cooed.

“Don’t get your hopes up mister after what I just went through we’re waiting a year until that happens.” You said drowsily as you woke up.

Bill chuckled a placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Is that?-”

“Yes honey meet S/N he’s been waiting to meet you.” Bill smiled as he handed you your son.

“He is so precious just look at him, look at what we made.” You cooed as a couple of tears slid down your face.

“He really is, we made something absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much Y/N you have made me the happiest man on this earth. I love you and S/N so much and I will always be there for you both.” Bill said as he held your hand.

“Bill that’s so sweet, I love you too baby and you as well have made me and happiest and luckiest woman on this earth.” 

Bill crashed your lips together and they moved in perfect sync. A couple of doctors that passed by outside your hospital room smiled to themselves. They were more then happy to see a beautiful couple starting their new life together. 

dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
    • “GET OFF ME BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible
  • YOU’RE BOTH HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND ADORE ONE ANOTHER 

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

Secrets Out

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

Y/n, we… we made a bet…” he looked down not wanting to finish his sentence. Just the thought of Jin being so heartbroken over something made your heart hurt. “we made a bet a long time ago…. We… y/n please don’t be mad’ he looks as if he was shaking. ‘Just spill it Jin! What’s so hard to tell me!” you angrily spat at him, you wanted to know the truth, why have they been acting weird?

“y/n we made a bet on you when we first met you… we at first didn’t want to be friends with you but w-we bet on who could be friends with you and stay friends with you the longest…” he was on the verge of tears, you could tell he felt sorry and wished it never happened but you were too mad to notice.

“w-what…” your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t seem to say anything, you had no words. You heard your name being called by all of them, each trying to hug you or console you, telling you they were sorry, that they loved you but you couldn’t hear it. You didn’t feel comfortable anymore, you were holding yourself on their couch scared to touch anything. You kept your head down you didn’t want to show them that you were weak, that they actual hurt you. before they could explain themselves, you ran. You ran as far as your legs could take you. out their door, onto the streets, you could hear the members running after you but you didn’t want to talk to them, you ran so fast that when you stopped you didn’t know where you were.

You sat on the pavement by the edge of the street, you were cold, heart broken, and everything in between. How could they? They meant so much to you. you even called them your family but family doesn’t do that, they don’t bet on you, for what reason to? How much were they getting paid for this bet? They bet your whole life ever since you meant them. For once you felt like you’ve made a family, who you could trust, who has held you when you were in tears, when you were hurt, they were there they promised you that you could trust them that’s they’ll never hurt you and the sad part is? That you believed them. You wanted to forget them. Was all this a joke to them? They never cared about you huh? When they comforted you would they just laugh when you were out of earshot? How could they do this.

You got up and started to walk you didn’t know where you were going but you just wanted to go…. Leave this place. The more you thought about them and the ‘bet’, the faster you walked. The tears in your eyes blurring your vision caused you to fall and scrape your knee, you yelped in pain as your whole body fell to the ground, that’s when you lost it, the crying started again but this time without an end. you tried to get up only stumbling back down to the ground, you twisted your ankle, you reached your phone and called (y/bff/n) she was your best friend other than the boys. “pick up….” you mumbled between your tears. “hey y/n! what? Slow down. What happened?” you managed to calm down enough to tell her to pick you up, you couldn’t tell her what happened… at least not now… you sent her your location, and within 10 minutes she had raced over to you. “y/n!” she ran out to help you into her car. when you sat down, you started crying again, how could one person cry this much you thought to yourself but you didn’t really care, you were hurt, you didn’t know if you could trust them again. (y/f/n) just let you cry it out she tried to comfort you the best as she could but it didn’t seem to work you were still crying, balling your eyes out. You were thankful she didn’t ask any questions you weren’t ready to answer any of them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be.

When you reached your apartment, you could see Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi waiting there you saw their faces, Hoseok was in tears just like you, Yoongi was hurt he turned around not facing the members with him to cry a bit before turning back around trying to conceal his tears, Jin looked broken… you didn’t know how to explain it any other way then broken. You squeezed (y/f/n) signalling her to help you out. You whispered in her ear that you didn’t want to talk to them ad she just nodded she gave you a sad look before following your command.

. She helped you out of the car, and you could already hear the scream your name in relief. (y/f/n) told them to back away, they followed her instructions. You could hear them mumble your name a few times but they stayed quiet. When you were at your apartment you heard Yoongi yelling your name, he was running after you “y/n talk to us! We promise we don’t mean it! We regret it!” he yelled so loud you were pretty sure he woke up everyone in the building “please… please y/n …I regret it so much…. Please don’t leave us… don’t leave me” he fell to his knees in front of you, with the others running behind him trying to catch up you. You yelped out a cry, and slammed your door. You couldn’t face them, so much was running through your head you didn’t want to face them. You dragged yourself down by the door and Yoongi started banging on the door “y/n! Please! Let me in! let us in! please y/n!” with every bang your heart broke. You could hear Hoseok and Jin as well. It broke your heart, you couldn’t face them though you were to hurt from what happened you couldn’t. while their voices got louder your sobs did as well. You heard Jin tell Yoongi and Hoseok to give you some space and with one last bang you heard “Y/n we won’t give up, I won’t give up…I’m sorry” they could hear your sobs and you knew that, you tried to cover your mouth anything to muffle the noises but it wouldn’t work you just cried louder.

A/N: lol guys what do u think? thank you for patiently waiting for part 3! honestly i had so many thoughts for this part and I’m sorta ok with how it turned out what do y'all think? thank you all for liking this series so much it means the world to me! part 4?

allthatsleepandimstilltiredaf  asked:

Yo blue im on a super duper important quest to find really good lance centric fics, you know, that high quality top shelf kinda stuff. ive already read ur fic but im lookin for more. Got any recs????????

hey there, friend, you came to the right place! sorry this took so long, I made this whole post and then my computer was being difficult and I lost the whole thing, so this is the second time I’m making it! thank you so much for reading when I dream it happens in blue. I’ve got some great new content on the way, but in the meantime, here are some great reads to hold you over!

<<please check ratings and tags, and all of these are a mixture of ratings and subject matter, so please check and read only what’s best for you!>>


7 Times They Noticed by @em-the-cliche

Lance was alright. He was happy. He was fine. Except when he wasn’t.

“Listen. Are you alright?”
“Uh…are you alright?”
“Are you okay buddy?”
“Are…are you in good health, paladin?“
Are…are you okay, paladin?”
“Hey. You okay?”

His team mates, his second family - they noticed.


A Commutual Contract by @skaylanphear

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.


At Rest (Five Miles Behind the Front) by @thisgirlhastales

Shiro is no longer the Black Paladin. He is no longer the commander of Team Voltron. He is a soldier without a purpose and a leader without a legion at his back.

Lance is a seventh wheel. He is not fit to be a leader, and perhaps not even fit to be a Paladin.

Or, in which two Paladins of Voltron learn their true worth, and finally, there is well-earned rest.


Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender

Lance used to be proud of his mental abilities. A pilot. A Paladin. Someone experienced with delving and controlling his mind. But after being captured, and enduring just a single encounter with Haggar, his castle was reduced to rubble.

Rescuing Lance was the easy part - healing him is much, much harder.


Blast Zone by bubblebucky

In the middle of a mission, a bomb going off leaves Lance unable to hear. Still, while he’s deaf, the rest of his team are the ones that won’t listen.


Boom Crash the Sound of My Ship by @maychorian

After a Galra attack splits Voltron, the blue lion is damaged and falls toward the jungle planet below. Shiro follows, and now he and Lance are stranded in hostile territory, fighting to survive. Lance is injured, Shiro is having flashbacks, and help is far away. And the Galra just…keep coming.


Brain storm by @trickstersgambit

Lance managed for years without too many obvious issues. Those who needed to know, knew. Until it became a problem he thought he buried in his awkward early teen years.


calling me to come back by @apvrrish

Keith is a witch who owns a shop where he breaks curses on both magical items and people under spells. Love spells, family curses passed down generations, cursed heirlooms lurking the attic – he can handle them all. But one day a boy named Lance walks into his shop, and his curse is darker and more difficult to break than anything Keith has ever seen before: the curse is draining his magic, and without his magic, Lance will die. 

This is a new favorite of mine!


Dark Blue by @thunder-dor

Lance has a bad habit of comparing himself to his teammates. Lotor needs a Paladin with a weakness.

Or

Lance gets kidnapped and Keith will do anything to get him back.

This is a great fic and Jessie is a writing goddess!!!


Fighting the Surface by @tomminowrites

“Humans have shown quite the impressive drive for survival,” the Galra commander grins. “I want to see you fight against that. The druids claim drowning is quite the painful way to go.“ He tips Lance backward over the water, as Keith and Shiro struggle against their bonds. “If you surface, they die.”

Lance’s eyes widen and he’s pushed backward with a splash.

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Keith, Shiro, and Lance are taken captive during a mission planet-side. The commander decides he only needs two paladins for interrogation, and decides to have a little fun while they wait for extraction. Lance is thrown into the deep with the threat that if he swims up for air, one of the other two will be shot. Obviously Lance would rather die than allow that.

Later chapters will, of course, deal with Keith and Shiro losing their damn minds thinking Lance just drowned himself for them.

I helped beta this one! It’s good!


Ghost of the FutureShadow of the Past by @zizzani & @wittyy-name

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can’t seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team’s decisions.

Mirror fic to “Shadow of the Past” by wittyy_name

&

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. But despite the fact that they’re still his friends, Lance can’t help but feel a little out of place among a team that’s been through so much with a Lance that just isn’t him. And it doesn’t help that the team is on edge around him, refusing to tell him anything for fear of influencing and changing the past. Things get even more complicated when they have to rely on the team in the past to complete the switch, leaving Lance to little more than sit, wait, and attempt to fill in his future self’s shoes.
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Mirror fic to “Ghost of the Future” by Zizzani


give out to give in by @mlp-michaeljones

So typical. So fucking typical, that Lance is the youngest and worst of his siblings, and then the kids come along and he isn’t even the cutest anymore, and he only made fighter pilot because perfect fucking Keith dropped out and even when he piloted a lion he didn’t have a thing like the others, and now he can’t even have Blue. Maybe he was the one to suggest it, but he was barrelling towards this point all along; rock fucking bottom.

When it becomes clear that Allura is a better pilot than him, Lance steps down as the Blue Paladin. It is, after all, the obvious decision. Lance is, and has always been, the afterthought.

But who needs an afterthought?


He Don’t Fuckin Care by ya_ya_rose

Lance knows how to hold his own. But he isn’t indestructible. 


Huddling for Warmth: The Movie by @maychorian

The paladins are heading back to the Castle of Lions after another successful mission when Shiro suddenly realizes that something is wrong. Lance isn’t responding on the comms.


Love and Other Questions by @squirenonny

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]


Perihelion by @eclecticinkling

After growing up in the shadow of war, Prince Lance of Altea would give almost anything to bring peace back to his people. So when a Galran ambassador arrives with an offer to make that a reality, Lance knows he can’t refuse. Even if it means binding himself to his enemy’s prince for as long as they both shall live.


say you’re gonna break my fall by @apvrrish

Keith tries to deal with being the leader, and also tries to deal with his feelings about Lance. It’s a process.

Keith looks up and sees Lance staring at him, head tilted at an angle. His eyes are just barely visible through the visor, but his mouth is twisted into a puzzled curve.

“Sorry,” Keith says, flushing. “Lost in thought.”

“You okay?” Lance asks, falling into step alongside him as they follow the others out of the ship.


so much more than space dust by @ad-asterism

When a cryopod malfunctions, Lance is left with amnesia. As he struggles to figure out where he fits in the new formation of the team, the rest of Voltron is racing against the clock to figure out where Lotor will strike next- and their only clue is hidden somewhere in Lance’s lost memories. Lance will have to find a way to remember what he’s missing- or come to terms with what he’s forgotten.


Taking One For The Team by YukiSetsu

A mission gone wrong lands Lance and Pidge in a dangerous situation. When communication with the rest of the team is compromised, they have to take drastic measures to escape. Pidge can only hope that they get out before things get worse and one of them breaks. Especially Lance.


The Reluctant Soldier by @banditywrites

Lance is badly injured on a mission and struggles with his role as sharpshooter.


Thirty-One Days by SidneyJean

Lance experiences loss, in all its ugly faces, for the first time after beginning his journey as a Paladin and discovers just how that changes a person over time. It…doesn’t happen the way he expected. The people around him begin to change, and so does he.


Trembling Lips by @newtsckamander

Lance is an emotional person who cries easily (and does the trembly-lip thing a lot) but tries to stay strong in front of the team.

OR

Five times Lance stopped himself from crying in front of his teammates, and the one time he couldn’t hold it back.


Universal Fates by @celty-me

Alfor, Zarkon, Trigel, Gyrgan, and Blaytz set off on missions across the galaxy to gather pieces of an artifact so Alfor can complete Voltron.

Zarkon encounters a human boy with a missing arm fighting as a gladiator.
Trigel encounters an enslaved young human girl whose genius is being exploited.
Gyrgan encounters a human boy who disabled a pirate ship he and his people had been chasing.
King Alfor encounters a young half-galra boy who aids the king and Coran when they are cornered by bandits.
Blaytz encounters an Altean boy enslaved on a slave trading planet.

Each ally feels compelled to rescue and adopt the orphans they encounter, setting the wheels of fate into motion.

While each child carries the scars of their past, they form bonds too strong to ever be broken. They will find friendship and family with each other, and maybe love, even as events threaten everything they know and care for.


wanna be known by you by @bluewriters

Sometimes Lance feels like he’s been stained blue, the colour of his lion seeping through his skin as he chokes on cold stardust, and he is drowning in waves of blue, blue ocean. Lance has never been afraid of the ocean before.

He rolls over and turns off the lights. He doesn’t sleep.


Watching You Fall by @emerald-ashes

Shiro couldn’t find Lance. He knew he was in danger after his communications ended abruptly. But he certainly wasn’t prepared to find Lance dying on the floor of a Galra base during one their missions.


Words Fail by EagleInFlight

A mind-melding exercise goes wrong, and the five Paladins are now trapped in Lance’s mind. To escape, they must delve through Lance’s memories. Lance learns that in order to save his friends, he has to stop running. But to stop running means to face the worst of himself.

anonymous asked:

shiro is vld's damsel in distress and keith is his knight in shining armor

Ok so I know I joke about Keith saving Shiro like a princess, but actually, this is honestly how their dynamic is portrayed?? Keith is always shown as the first one at Shiro’s side when he’s in danger, always running to his rescue. If he has to choose between the mission and Shiro, he’ll take Shiro every time. But now, let’s talk about this idea he’s a knight for a minute. Because it’s very much a purposefully drawn comparison. In the comics, when the paladins are all likened to pieces on a chessboard, Keith is delegated to this role. The narrative literally refers to him as a knight by name. 

The imagery of Keith’s bayard also serves to reinforce this. Instead of a more sci-fi weapon like a laser gun or some advanced alien tech, Keith’s weapon of choice is a classic sword. Nothing evokes the image of a knight more than a sword and shield (which the paladin suit has). Keith’s belief system also feeds into this archetype. Time and again, he’s singled out as the most dedicated to the mission. He is a paladin first and foremost. When Pidge wants to leave to find her family, Keith is the one who lashes out and lectures her about how they need to defend the universe and make sacrifices for the greater good. When Allura is captured, Keith again notes that their duty as paladins must come first. Keith leaves the castle when he believes his presence will do more harm than good. And the paladin guidebook even lists his most important value as honor–a clear reference to knightly chivalry. 

Keith’s initial role in Voltron is also a clear indicator of his character. If the head of Voltron is a leader whose men will follow without question, if they’re like a “King,” then as Voltron’s “right-hand man” Keith is a loyal knight. And just like any good knight, Keith will call out rulers for failing to serve the people and treating their subjects unjustly. The way Keith reacts so strongly to Lubos is a good example of this. Again, nobility and honor are distinctly important to him. 

Another trope with a knight and damsel you often see in fantasy is that, like a typical knight, the protagonist highly values chivalry and champions a noble cause. But ultimately, that means learning to sacrifice their own selfish desires for the sake of the greater good. So their love interest is often seen as a distraction from the hero’s quest. They can’t afford to indulge in their feelings because the mission must come first. And often times, this culminates in a decision where the knight must choose to sacrifice the person they care about most–a representation of their own desires–because their duty demands it. 

And in his trial, who is it that’s sent to tempt the hero and divert him from his quest, who is it that Keith longs for most, the person he “desperately wants to see”? Who is the one person that Keith can afford to be selfish for, the one who he’ll throw away everything–including his obligations as a paladin–just to be with?

And we know that this is an archetype VLD is very much aware of and acknowledges in their narrative. After all, heroes who fail to give up their own wants and needs, chasing after their love and abandoning their duty–they’re often cast down, vilified, characterized as foolish and selfish and bringing about disaster for their arrogance. And Zarkon is the literal embodiment of this character. He’s a glimpse at what Keith’s future could look like if he continues down the same path and chooses Shiro over the universe. Just like how Zarkon chose his love over everything else. 

So when I mention all the sheith and zaggar parallels, I really do believe it’s wholly intentional. Especially given all the foreshadow that Keith will eventually reach the same crossroads where he’ll have to decide whether or not to sacrifice Shiro for the sake of the universe. But being that Keith doesn’t believe in things being so “black and white” and also the trope that a successor will surpass their predecessor, I believe Keith will figure out an alternative answer that will allow for both Shiro and the the others he defends to stay safe. 

Now, as for Shiro’s role as a “princess,” the notion is pretty interesting. Obviously, it’s a clear subversion of gender. But there’s never any shame or weakness to it. Quite the contrary, actually. Shiro is established as the strongest and most formidable member of Team Voltron. He’s their brave leader, their fearless protector, their unshakable rock. But he is so often idolized, seen as impossibly perfect and infallible, and this inevitably takes its toll. The fact that he allows himself to be vulnerable with Keith, to let Keith help him and take care of him, is never shown as a point of pathetic inability or weakness. 

Rather, Voltron portrays it as okay to admit that you aren’t strong enough, that you’re not okay, that asking for help is perfectly alright and there’s nothing wrong with admitting you can’t shoulder the weight of the world on your own. Shiro asking Keith to come save him is important because he never asks the others for help. He puts up a facade and tries to keep everything together in front of them. And when Keith says things like Shiro really changed his life, you can infer that, before this, Shiro was probably always the one taking care of him. So Keith always being the first to defend Shiro in turn reads as You were always the one protecting me, now let me stand by your side and protect you

This concept of sheith’s dynamic resembling a knight and princess is also established immediately. Their very first scene together is Keith saving Shiro, and it really feels like knight rescuing their lost love. Right away you associate these two characters with one another, see just how intimately familiar they are with each other. Keith fights fiercely on Shiro’s behalf but softens up when he looks at him, leans it closer and tenderly reaches out to him. And I’ve talked about this a lot before, but the way Keith mourns Shiro is distinctly reminescent of someone grieving a lover. 

The way he’s inconsollible and claims to be the only one who really cares about Shiro, the way he searches relentlessly and needs to be told time and again that it’s time to move on, the way his voice breaks when Black accepts him and he pleads, “Please, no.” Keith really loves Shiro. And his devotion to him, including leading Voltron in honor of his last wish as well as vowing to never give up on him, Keith’s desperation to be with him, this notion that he’d be all alone without him--yes, he loves Shiro. But it’s a love that’s passionate and intense and possessive and desperate in a way that platonic or familial love just isn’t

I think Kuron’s rescue and recovery in season 3 is also very remenescent of this whole damsel in distress theme. For one thing, Keith is established as Shiro’s sole rescuer, and the “reunion” scene is an intimate moment between just the two of them. Kuron’s hero is here to save him, and they can both finally be at ease. The start of the next episode is very interesting because it just seems like business as usual. The paladins are all off on a mission, but Kuron is nowhere to be seen. He’s taken out of the action. Instead, this is the first time we get to see Allura use her bayard. And she makes for a fearsome opponent. It’s a distinct reversal of how you’d usually see a knight go off on their quest while the princess waits back at the castle for their safe return. Here, Kuron takes on that position. And the way we see Keith dutifully caring for him at his bedside afterwards reinforces this idea. And it’s okay for Kuron to rest and take as much times as he needs. It’s okay because Keith will still lead in the meantime and he’ll always be there to check in on Kuron and help him through his recovery. 

Of course, there’s more than one way to save someone, and I think it’s important to make that distinction with Shiro and Keith’s relationship. Because it’s not Keith carrying all of Shiro’s weight for him and taking care of everything. It’s about Keith really supporting Shiro and reaffirming that he is a good and worthy paladin–“You mean, your bayard.” It’s the way that Shiro has already given himself up for dead but Keith looks him in the eye and tells him that he’ll be alright, that he can make it. It’s the fact that Shiro struggles with his trauma and still believes that he’s a monster, that he’s undeserving of the title “paladin” and that there’s no way he can stand against the empire and survive. Keith asserts time and again that Shiro is their leader, that Shiro is strong and kind and loving, that Shiro isn’t broken, that he deserves to live. It’s that Keith gives him hope, and Shiro is able to stand by his side and push forward because of it.

Ultimately, I think the best way to describe this dynamic is by just quoting what Josh said at wondercon about his favorite scene: “Shiro is in really bad shape and he’s waiting to pretty much get rescued by Keith. I love this clip because you really see the weak side of Shiro, you really see Keith’s determination to find him. And it was just really exciting for me to watch it. Because it really looks dire, and it really looks like he’s not gonna make it in time. And then–a hero comes through and saves the day with the lion.” Keith is really Shiro’s hero. And just like he’s promised, he’ll always be there to save Shiro–as many times as it takes

Some Hunk’s family headcanons:

- Hunk has two mums, and he calls them Mom and Tina (note: multiple websites have confirmed that Tina is the Samoan word for Mom, if I am using it incorrectly please don’t hesitate to let me know). His Mom is a black lesbian from New York and his Tina is a bisexual samoan woman! They live together in an apartment in NYC with their golden labrador named Sunny.

-His Mom is warm and kind, a cascade of black curls around twinkling eyes. She teaches him the secret to the best cocoa, and reads him stories about astronauts and wizards, then smooths back his hair and tells him that he can do anything he dreams of. The bookshelves are crammed with books about space, glossy pages covered in galaxies that they pore over together, fingers tracing diagrams of spaceships. You could do this his mom whispers into his ear, don’t let anything hold you back, if you want to explore the stars then you can get there, I know you can. His Mom is the woman who smiles like the sun, knits him scarfs every winter, and buys her wife a flower whenever she passes a florist, but Hunk knows well that her warm kindness is built over a layer of steely determination, and it is when he is in danger, when the galra are surrounding him on all sides that he hears her voice willing him on, your name is Hunk Garrett and you’re kind, brave and smart. You will save your friends, you can do this.

-His Tina has the loudest laugh in the room and spreads a love of life to whoever she meets. She makes pancakes in the mornings, singing along to the radio and dancing with the dog, winking at Hunk before giving him extra syrup. When Hunk was younger he thought she had magic hands, for what else could be the secret behind her flourishing balcony garden and all the cars that she brought back to life? When he confessed that to her she swept him up into a hug that smelt like engine oil and chocolate (a surprisingly nice scent) and promised to teach him how to be magic too. Together they spent afternoons with their hands among gears and wires, her smooth, patient voice explaining how it all worked, the sunlight turning her brown eyes gold. Whilst his Mom has her head in the stars, his Tina has her hands in the earth, grounding the whole family with her blunt honesty and unwavering loyalty. When Hunk’s hands shake as he bends over a smashed up alien ship, it’s his Tina’s voice that instructs him to breathe, calm down, you’ve got this, now start from the root of the problem and work your way up. 

-His parents run a repair shop for vehicles, his Mom runs the accounts, whilst his Tina does the engineering. Hunk spent his younger years sorting screws into jars and braiding unused wires into bracelets. When he reaches middle school he helps his Tina with the engineering, his Mom with the organising and the customers with their paperwork. It’s not unusual to pass Garrett Repairs and hear the bubble of light hearted conversation and the bright notes of a young boy’s laughter. A rainbow flay hangs behind the register, fluttering gently in the breeze from an open window, a battered radio plays music that Hunk and his Tina sing along with. Hunk spends an entire afternoon repainting the sign outside the door a bright yellow, the same colour as the sunflower on their balcony at home. 

-Because his moms worked so hard everyday, when they got home they were often too tired to cook, so Hunk learned how to cook and bake so that he could look after them and so that he could sit and have dinner with his parents every night. A collection of herbs fill up a corner of the kitchen, a brightly coloured oven mitt hangs on the wall and the scent of apple tart wafts through the room. (Hunk spends many nights on the Castle Ship desperately missing the cozy evenings filled with home-cooked food, gentle smiles and bubbling conversation as the sun sets through the window. He imagines a cold, dark apartment with empty microwave meal packs in the bin and two anxious mothers waiting for their boy to come home)

-Every Sunday they all take Sunny out for a walk, always stopping for ice-cream/hot chocolate halfway through.( ‘We’ve been walking so far that we need the extra sugar!’ clucks his Tina, tugging on the ear flaps of Hunk’s hat with a mischievous wink) Hunk pretends to be embarrassed when his parents hold hands and share lattes, then runs shrieking, after his Tina throws snowballs at him (They return home an hour later, dripping wet, and his Mom takes photos whilst his Tina starts a fire and Hunk boils the kettle for tea)

-His parents pay for every textbook, school trip and museum visit that Hunk requires, never allowing money to hold their son back from seeing the stars. It’s watching the mailman hand over a glossy new textbook and a red bill that gives Hunk a determination that beats even his Mom’s, a will of iron to do what is right and make his family proud.

-His Mom finds an online forum of young astronaut hopefuls, and it’s there that he meets a boy named Lance, who wants to be the pilot to his engineer. They stream movies together in the evenings, and play videos games, tag-teaming all the other players and whooping into their mics. Lance understands Hunk’s need to succeed for his family, and they share in their dreams of being important, of being etched into the history of the human race. They skype as often as they can, discussing tips on how to get into the Garrison, exclaiming in excitement then shock over the Kerberos mission. ‘I’m going to be the first Samoan in space’ says Hunk, staring down at his acceptance letter, ‘I’m going to be the first openly bisexual person in space!’ whoops Lance, waving his own letter at his webcam.

-When he first meets Lance, they run towards each other across the airport screaming and crying (Lance later denies the tears, but Hunk has a video of their first hug and the wet patch left on the shoulder of his shirt)

-Hunk skypes his parents from the Garrison every Monday, giggling as he watches them try to figure out how it works, and sharing everything he possibly can with them about what he’s doing and the things that he’s building. In return they fill him in on all the gossip from home, Sunny’s new trick, and messages for him from regular customers. (Sometimes Hunk sits in his lion and imagines missed calls pinging through on his computer back at the garrison, wondering what is happening in their little corner of New York and watching tears drip onto the Yellow Lion’s controls)

-A missing person poster is stuck in the window of the repair shop, the yellow paint on the sign fades and cracks, spices gather dust on the counter and a sunflower that once stood tall and proud, withers and slumps as the petals fall off one by one. His Mom who once walked tall and strong, pulls her mass of curls back into a bun and marches round every government agency and police station she can find, her feet bleeding inside her too-small ‘professional’ heels. A woman who once saw every hope and adventure in the stars, now only sees a gaping void that swallowed up her son. Inside her head she blames herself for pushing Hunk too far, forgetting that their love of space was shared, and instead convincing herself that she forced Hunk down a path that he didn’t want to tread. Sunny lies on Hunk’s bed every night, doleful brown eyes waiting for her favorite person to come home, unable to understand that he may not ever return to her. His Tina’s laugh dries up, and her hands shake when she remembers a laughing boy bathed in sunlight. She kneels on the balcony and stares up at the stars blocked out by the light pollution and whispers ‘bring my boy home, bring him back to me, he is kind and smart and wonderful in every way. bring him home.’ 

- Millions of light years away, Hunk remembers a boy who wanted to explore the cosmos, and weeps as his battle-scarred heart aches for a tiny apartment, a fluttering rainbow flag, a dog that lies on his feet, and his two mothers.           ‘Tell the stars hello from me!’ calls his Mom as she waves him goodbye at the airport, ‘See you at Christmas!’ his Tina beams, blowing him kisses, ‘I’ll be back before you know I’m gone!’ Hunk replies, giving them a wave before walking through the security gate. 

Aren’t my Friends- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1094

Warning(s): Sadness, Loss of Friendship, Fluff

Description: With your friends always trying to set you up with someone, you come clean and tell them you already have a boyfriend. You just hoped they would have been more accepting.

Taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @stranger-films

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Lance and Matt becoming great friends??
  • Sleepovers in Lance’s room
    • face masks (how tf do you think Matt looks so young he didn’t even break his skincare routine while in Galra captivity smh)
    • Lance yawning before training because they’d been up all night binge watching some reality show Matt won’t admit he loves
    • Matt falls asleep really quickly at first because he hasn’t had a proper bed to sleep on for so long and he’s just so comfortable and safe and relaxed
    • One of those nights Lance just drones on without noticing Matt’s not even awake until he asks a question like twenty minutes later
    • Lance showing Matt his favourite musicals and songs (he’s a major fan of In the Heights) and Matt really getting into Be More Chill
      • Jamming out for weeks on one soundtrack
      • Lance is a lot more into it than Matt is but Matt thinks its sweet how passionate Lance gets
      • Psychoanalyzing characters for three hours straight while they just stare at the ceiling
    • MIDNIGHT SNACKS
    • Random urges to train at one in the morning
    • Matt waking Lance up at random times by pulling back his sleep mask and letting it ping back onto Lance’s face
  • They both loVE to talk
    • Long pining talks about their Brogane crushes
    • Matt reminiscing about his garrison days because he hasn’t had anyone to talk to since forever and Lance is one of the few who will listen to his long winded rants
    • Lance talking about his home and his family and how they immigrated and his siblings and nieces and nephews
    • Mutual admiration of dead memes that only they remember
      • Using them out loud in conversation at the dinner table and the other one cracking up while everyone else is just confused
      • ’Snarkon (snail Zarkon)’
    • Talking about the best times with their best friends
      • They both used to sneak out with their friends and zoom around in the desert
      • Lance and Hunk used a lot of the same secret passages Shiro and Matt used to
    • Them both just mentioning their gay crushes casually because it’s just so easy to talk and they trust each other
  • Lance telling Matt about all of Pidge’s accomplishments
    • Matt cries because his little Katie went through so much for him
    • Lance really making Pidge seem like a badass because hell that’s one of his best friends and they ARE
      • “And then Pidge just BLEW IT UP it was AMAZING you’d have loved it”
      • “Pidge was like really distant at first and Hunk and I were like ‘yo, what’s up with this dude’ but we never thought it was because they were a GIRL in DISGUISE tracking down her MISSING OLDER BROTHER in OUTER SPACE”
      • “And they reprogrammed one of the droids to be on our side??? Amazing?? What a talented kid??”
    • Matt taking a while to get used to Pidge’s name and pronouns and Lance being there to support him when he feels guilty for three days, because he’s trying and that’s what matters and Pidge appreciates it
  • Matt letting Lance in on Shiro’s secrets
    • Matt confirming Lance’s theory that Shiro is not a human god, but a human disaster
    • snickers whenever Shiro says ‘specifically’ because until he was 18 he said ‘pacifically’. Matt called him out in their senior year at the garrison and wouldn’t let him live it down
    • Shiro used to use eyebrow stencils and made Matt hold the mirror every morning until Matt finally superglued one to the wall of their dorm. They had to pay like twenty bucks when they graduated to pay for the damage.
  • Comforting each other on rough nights
    • Lance knocking on Matt’s door when Hunk is asleep with his pillow in hand and Matt just opening the door and letting Lance sit on his bed with him and platonic cuddles and reassurance
    • Matt going to Lance when he has a nightmare because Lance will listen and won’t panic because he’s been there and he knows how it feels
    • Lance getting really tired at dinner and he gives Matt a signal and Matt will know that Lance is starting to get overwhelmed and he’ll come up with an excuse for Lance to leave
    • Matt talking and talking about how worried he used to get about Shiro after they were first captured
    • Matt missing his dad and Lance sitting next to his friend and reminding him how proud his dad would have been
  • Them both taking comfort in the other’s presence
    • Lance finally glad not to be the seventh wheel anymore
      • Hunk and Pidge are getting closer with every passing day and he was really worried he would be alone
      • But Matt came in and made him feel welcome and wanted and appreciated
      • And they just click together and it is just what Lance needed
      • Matt doesn’t even know how much he helped Lance just by showing up
    • Matt feeling useless because they’d been fine without him for however long or feeling like a burden because Pidge/Shiro went through so much for him
      • Lance going out of his way to make Matt feel worthy of care
        • “Of course Matt, anything for you buddy!“
        • “No need to worry about it, dude!”
        • “Here man, did you want some?”
        • “I saw this and I thought of you.”
      • Picking up gifts for Matt on his missions
      • Lance reminding him that without Matt none of them would have found Voltron at all
        • “Seriously, you were a major help!”
      • Lance giving Matt hundreds of nicknames
      • Lance taking care of his friend (I could go on for years)
  • Them just being great friends in general

TL/DR: Matt and Lance become besties and you can’t convince me otherwise

anonymous asked:

can we get some hcs for soft boy richie??

YESS HES SUCH A FUCKING SOFT BOY

(thank you @eddiesbadbreak and @stanleyuriis for some of the HCs ily)

- God, Richie is such a hopeless romantic underneath all the bullshit he spews.

- Richie is starved for attention and affection at home, which often makes him question whether he deserves that at all. So he craves attention so much, especially from Eddie.

- When they’re not bickering or joking around, Richie is so sweet with Eddie. But he definitely has to be in that mood. When Eddie is affectionate with him, calls him pet names or says that he loves Richie, Richie pretty much crumbles.

- Tbh the first time Eddie says “I love you”, Richie almost tears up because like… no one says that to him. It means more than anything because someone actually loves him and he loves them back and it’s all so amazing.

- He’s pretty sensitive, especially when it comes to his insecurities and his family situation. He totally does not show it often though, and the only people that know the true extent of how he’s feeling inside are Eddie and Bev.

- Richie is SUCH a cuddler, and often likes to be the one cuddled. He loves being the little spoon or being the one to rest his head on Eddie’s chest instead of the other way around. He loves laying with his head on Eddie’s lap when they’re with the other Losers.

- If Eddie runs his fingers through his hair, he melts instantly. He loves that shit.

- In general, he loves being taken care of by Eddie. He’s never had anyone take care of him before, so if Eddie ever acts that way it makes Richie so happy. It makes Eddie happy too because he’s always the one being babied, so he loves being on the other side especially because he just… cares so much and has so much love to give to Richie?

- Like one time Eddie packs Richie lunch for school and Richie’s like !!! This is what true bliss is. He’s smiling all day from this small gesture.

- It’s so canon that Richie keeps a spare inhaler for Eddie.

- Any time anyone laughs at his jokes it makes him SO happy. He feels awesome if people actually think he’s funny.

- Also if anyone compliments him, he’ll brush it off or make a joke out of it but everyone can always see how happy and mushy that makes him as well. He feels so valid when he feels like the people he loves love him back.

- Secretly when no one’s there, Richie and Eddie are SO fucking cheesy with each other omg. They call each other pet names. Besides the typical “Eds” or “Eddie Spaghetti” that Richie calls Eddie, he also very often calls him “babe” (which Eddie loves), or he’ll get real creative and call him absurd things like “Snicker Doodle” or “Cuddle Muffin” (which Eddie hates)

- Eddie will often call Richie “Rich”, “Red” or “Sweetie” and Richie dies every time he always gets butterflies in his stomach

- They go on cheesy dates a lot of the time: Stargazing, Rollerblading, even sharing a milkshake with two straws. A lot of the time though, the two like spending the whole day being lazy and staying in bed and eating junk food.

- Richie is super gentle with Eddie, but Eddie is also super gentle with Richie? Especially if Richie is upset, Eddie is so patient with him and will stay up comforting him all night if that’s what he wants. They’re just really careful with each other.

- Bev sometimes paints his nails and Richie really likes the way they look. He usually only lets her do one hand, though.

- Richie also loves when Bev puts hair clips in his hair to push his bangs back. She did it for the first time when making Richie do a face mask with her, but after Richie said he thought it looked really cute she continued.

- He even started doing it to keep his bangs out of his eyes when he was doing work at home. Eddie thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Richie also loves headbands.

- Richie has THE LONGEST LASHES and SO MANY FRECKLES HE’S JUST SO PRETTY

- In general, Richie is actually so caring with his friends? I mean of course, he’ll roast and make fun of them to the moon and back but in reality they’re the most important people in his life and he would die for any one of them any day.

- No one would expect it, but he always remembers birthdays and anniversaries. He writes such long cards for all the Losers whenever it’s their birthday, talking about why he thinks each of them individually is awesome and making long lists of all the inside jokes they have together.

- He also is the best gift giver. His gifts are so thoughtful even if they’re small. He remembers what people told him they wanted months ago, or he gives them gifts that have to do with inside jokes. Things that only he could gift.

- Richie always stands up for any of the Losers without even a second thought. After Henry and his gang are gone, it’s rare for them to get bullied, especially in High School. If they ever do, it’s all verbal. They don’t really get beat up anymore. But if anyone is being a dick to any of his friends, he ALWAYS stands up to them and isn’t afraid to cuss them out, even if it means him getting detention.

- He also comforts them after they get picked on. Even underclassmen he doesn’t know. If he sees a freshman getting picked on, he’ll tell the bully to fuck off and smile so wide at the kid, telling them they’re okay!

- Tbh everyone in High School LOVES him. They think he can be kinda annoying sometimes, but he’s a genuinely good guy and he’s super funny.

- Richie is that cheesy boyfriend that picks flowers to give to Eddie. They also put flowers in each other’s long hair and Richie takes a million pictures.

- Richie saves and pressed into a book the flowers that Eddie got him after the opening night of the school musical he was starring in. His heart skipped a beat when Eddie brought him flowers and told him how amazing he was.

- As adults, Richie is so caring about Eddie especially after dealing with losing his arm. He’s so accommodating and supporting and just loves Eddie so much. After he knows Eddie is okay, all he wants is to have a happy life with him.

- As an adult, Eddie also calls Richie “Reggie” because of one time where another radio host introduced him as “Reggie Tozier.” Like you don’t even know how funny this was to Eddie. It made him tear up from laughter for like a full week after it happened, so to tease him sometimes Eddie will call him that. Richie acts like it pisses him off but he thinks it’s pretty funny himself.

- Richie’s the type of husband that comes home with flowers and is like “BAAAABE I GOT YOU FLOWERS AREN’T I THE BEST HUSBAND EVER”

- Holy shit Richie is SUCH a softie when it comes to him marrying Eddie and later when they adopt/surrogate children. Richie cries for half the wedding and then after they get their kids he tears up like EVERY damn day about it.

- He’s just so happy to actually have a family? For once in his life? Like HE built this. It’s HIS family. He gets to come home every day to such happiness it’s like unreal to him it makes him get choked up.

- BEFORE THEIR FIRST KID ARRIVES RICHIE CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW CUTE BABY SHOES ARE.

- HE BUYS SO MANY PAIRS OF BABY SHOES THEY’RE SO SMALL THERES NO WAY THEIR CHILD’S FOOT WILL BE THAT SMALL CAN ANYTHING EVEN BE THAT SMALL??

- BUT THEN IT IS THAT SMALL AND ITS AMAZING HE LOVES IT.

- Even as adults Richie and Eddie always go on such nice dates. They never get sick of being together, especially since they feel like they have to make up for so much lost time. When they’re back together as adults it feels like falling in love all over again except this time they can actually be together and it makes Richie thank God for real.

- It’s so fucking important for Richie to be a good dad since he knows what it’s like to have horrible parents. He just wants to do what’s right.

- Overall Richie is such a sweetheart under all those dick jokes. He’s so fucking soft and good. That’s all.

Dandelions: finished summary!

again, I’m sorry I had to stop this project. I had a LOT more story to tell and my depression just wasn’t letting me have the motivation to do so. School is starting back up again and I knew I wouldn’t be able to work on any comic pieces once that happened so here is the summary of what I want to do with the rest of the story! 

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